Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Last Laugh For The Hare
Mist-frost morning...
Late for a meeting and unaware,
I burst out of the door,
And onto the sidewalk, where
Without any warning,
I'm on ice, and slip-slide and wiggle...
And all of this happens,
In front of a rabbit,
Who surely stifles a rodent giggle.
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