Spilled Milk City

Way down in the Dropped Ice-Cream Valley
Betwixt Expired Candy Hill and Bus Came Early Town
Is a frustrating place called Spilled Milk City
Where everyone brandishes a lowly irresolute frown
Where children run with heads backwards
In case something happens from the place they sped
The grown-ups all fall out of their windows
In the morning hopping from the wrong side of the bed
And the street signs have mirrors attached
So everyone knows exactly who it is they can blame
And there are no old people walking around
And no mail for the postmanís bike is missing a frame
When passing through best just keep going
Without casting out an eye upon this saddening place
Donít worry about police speeding through
They are huddled up at home scared to show any face




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-22 at 07:07

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for the applaud F.i.in.e Moods :)
2018-12-24


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you to ken d williams and Bibek for the applauds :)
2018-12-23