by Mark Ayers, 1986
Poetry that’s written
To entertain oneself
Has a value of its own
Just like a little elf
Who runs around
And picks his toes
And doesn’t have a care
Who runs about
Without clothes
In the morning air.
by Mark Ayers, 1986
Poetry that’s written
To entertain oneself
Has a value of its own
Just like a little elf
Who runs around
And picks his toes
And doesn’t have a care
Who runs about
Without clothes
In the morning air.