Untitled [part 2]A Poem by Wilyem Clark
Shame on you, hostess, for making us gorge;
A bird is for stuffing, not dear Uncle George! We needed red wagons and all of our strength To cart ourselves off after feasting at length. Next Thanksgiving, I'd like to suggest--if I may-- That we break from tradition and fast the whole day. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on November 26, 2021 Last Updated on November 26, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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