I read every signthey were stretched out for miles
couldn't piece them together
took me a good while
each one was a warning
to watch out for the knave
too late I found the answer
to this Burma Shave
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
Only later do we see that we, ourselves were the knave all along. Lovely poem. :)
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