Que the BiscuitsA Poem by Ken e BujoldChimps are buying options On pork belly futures; Boss hog’s retired to Tampa Having made a killing on frozen OJ; The Juice is pedaling Cryogenic preservation, A splinter of a hedge Against being wormed Down a deep dark black hole. The alphabet’s been slimmed back To twenty-five acolytes Revolving around a Roddenberry Wannabe. Who gets to make the deal? It’s three card Monty Time in a bottle So putin’ a dime on The count of Monte Crisco. Ken e Bujold
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4 Reviews Added on January 24, 2023 Last Updated on January 24, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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