Ashtray

Ashtray

A Poem by Trobe

Walking in New York
I saw an ashtray
Simple and plain
And mostly gray

I got an idea
It stuck out in my mind
The name for this object
Was a brilliant find

It's a tray that holds ash
Standing there in Manhattan
But it's also a trash
If you translate from Pig-Latin

© 2016 Trobe


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