Sunday, April 27, 2008

Blog Special: Poems that End with a Bad Pun #1 of 679

poet's comment: Thank goddess this isn't published anywhere else...

"The End"
by Tim Kavi

Thinking
I was
born yesterday

she played
me like
a violin

while Rome
burned
and all
our dreams
of paradise

faded into
blackness
oblivion
and history

there
was nothing
left
except to
watch it burn

and roast
hot dogs

in the smoke
Nero said:
beware
the relationships
you relish.

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