The sasquatch
Holds blue
Balloons

As
The
Afternoon
Ran over the morning
The skies wore gloom

They were
Sporting their normal
Dark grey
Suits

And the sasquatch
Walked along
With his blue balloons

Drifting away
His feelings
On a string of blues

Nobody sees him
Save for few

Once in a blue moon
Striding
In Washingtons view

You could see him on the side walks
In cafe or two

A lonely ole
Sasquatch
Holding blue ballons