I Makeses It In To a Poem
I has been out in the yard looking straight up
at the materializing objects
They is right as usual you think
by three smash landings of a Hall of Mirrors.
It just shook, lay dead,while I was asleep
when I should have
The roar in fury at the dead day
or another w/ stumbling statues around the
deputation & then I’se followed suit
with the robot devastation of Saskatoon,
oh fo’ sho’
when they rounded the mountain of laughter
and to the command post came to where
the beasts was at, “I called in the goats,
but was shaped more like the piazza
across the street in a mounting laugher
from a zoo or something,”
said Magumba Twaszedewskis Brown
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