Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Rat Man No. 2
He's there every day,
Smoking, sitting alone,
By his motor scooter,
Almost still as stone,
He seems to be talking,
But makes no sound,
Looks for something
To emerge from the ground...
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