The Smoker's Corner

Banished! To the smoker's corner,

oh how lucky I am.

My vision rests upon feasts for the human eye.

There is the warm glow of the lamp,

casting its light upon the desk

and miniature birdhouses abound,

painted with cascading vines,,

sunflowers, cute little birds and butterflies.

A glance out the window and I see

a landscape blanketed with trees.

Joker is in his corral, along with Andre',

the goat, Joker's pal.

Oh, yes, banished to the smoker's corner,

where a feast awaits the human eye.

 

06/06/07