Last week I worked several hours at my job, and was out of town the week before. But I have manage to write a poem in the naga uta form. Soon I will post some articles on Politics and Wrestling.
Midnight Rooster
As the sun faded
Behind the wooded mountain
A yellow rooster
Walked out of an old red barn
Resting on a post
Most roosters crow at daybreak
But this on did not
He slept all during the day
And crowed all night long
Then the farmer had enough
The rooster became dinner
1 comment:
LOL. Poor rooster! Lucky farmer!
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