Bora born
Lucked out _
Monday night
silly fellow
someone needs
food tomorrow.
Bag was left
there on the seat
while the tea
warmed up cold feet.
Passer by
was sure hungry
saw the bag
in a jiffy.
Just like that
he stole the thing
hoping for
what money brings.
No such luck
he soon found out
in the bag
was food without
bucks or cents
or barter finds
only stuff
junked by design.
- O -
© july 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
silly fellow
someone needs
food tomorrow.
Bag was left
there on the seat
while the tea
warmed up cold feet.
Passer by
was sure hungry
saw the bag
in a jiffy.
Just like that
he stole the thing
hoping for
what money brings.
No such luck
he soon found out
in the bag
was food without
bucks or cents
or barter finds
only stuff
junked by design.
- O -
© july 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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