Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Visitor
What arrived from outer space,
Wasn't a group of little green men,
Rather, buried in a meteorite,
Was a microscopic pathogen,
Which rode the rock, unnoticed,
Down into the angry ocean surge,
And now it lies among the
Whale bones, waiting to emerge...
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