"Your Ornery" ( In a hispano-taino accent)
Four years ago,
At a counter,
In a diner,
Having a conversation,
For some time.
The lady was young and bizarre,
The man was old and cool,
We discussed all topics,
Clear and through.
As time past by,
To my surprise,
The aforementioned lady,
Assumed my demise.
Copyright: Joseph Assumption Barbier (Written on 1/20/2008 at 6:00P.M.)
Labels: Poetry
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