Sixty MinutesA Poem by Siddhartha ChatterjeeScribbling
I want a big fat cheque,
For all four seasons and two more, I want a prawn croquette, Also some crabs, roasted slow. Meanwhile, give me some ice, As I roll the sixty-minutes dice - And light up the day's (not so last) smoke. © 2019 Siddhartha ChatterjeeFeatured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorSiddhartha ChatterjeeToronto, CanadaAboutThe appetite rests on a small portion of twilight. more..Writing
|