cinquain
poetry
cinquain poetry No accommodationdouble cinquain
Too much
banana love
has doomed this kitchen mouse;
his chosen way of life and mine
collide.
Scummy
drowning water
managed to soak my shirt.
Thus does the undermouse wreak his
revenge.
After a couple of weeks of trying, I was in the position of having to dispatch the rodent this morning. I really didn't like the sound it was making. And I did not take a picture, either. (Tue May 16 22:34:47 EDT 2006) Published in Autumn Leaves Volume 10 number 5 |
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