He ate Tater
Tots with a spoon
while songs played
in his head,
by
candlelight he’d read a book
thoughts
flickered as he read,
He toiled in
a factory
on weekends
he was free,
Each Sunday
he’d go bowling
his average –
203.
He hoped one
day to marry
perhaps one
day in June,
but his girl
said he was scary
eating
taters with a spoon.
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1 comment:
He tried a fork but stabbed his tongue, balanced them on a knife but nothing clung. His fingers worked really good, and they got married like they should.
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