Crow
Friend of night
King of might.
Eating away all the wastes
And waiting to put waste of paste!
Here and There running and flying
And a lot of noise and lot of crying.
The trees are all full of crows
No problem even though the wind blows!.
Friend of night
King of might.
Eating away all the wastes
And waiting to put waste of paste!
Here and There running and flying
And a lot of noise and lot of crying.
The trees are all full of crows
No problem even though the wind blows!.
And waiting to put waste of paste!
ReplyDeleteHai Suruma! You made me laugh quite a bit reading this line. I showed this poem to a couple of friends also and watched their reaction. They too laughed when they came to this line.
Good poem. Keep writing.