"pincho" poems
Moe took a gulp from the jar
while Andy tried to spit out the tar
Pincho looked at them and says
if prez knows your bitter ways
Moe filled himself and fell asleep
Andy crept out to the deep
Pincho didn't think of such loss
scratching on wood to sharpen claws
Moe keeps mumbling a sleepy chant
then Andy dug himself in the sand
so Pincho left out to the walk
tracing his path with tail's stroke
he released the chain, widely opened the door
and started up dancing to the birch and more
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC