The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Bean soup gentleman

I liked him from birth
This was my very first
The talk of the town was his glee
His foot was near to his knee

But his day was a plastic fortitude
Of bricks and payments and dawn

So what of his name
When I guess I give a little yawn

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