Poetry

Orange or brown (Kate, your awful perfume saved us)

Couldn't they be colour blind?

It's all about me, I thought

But we always had fun

At least for four years

World goes round and round

I was as free as a Monday

But everything turned to Saturday

Now I see the world from iron bar blinds

The family was Stalin'd out

A swift penstroke and away they went

At least now there's no sustenance problem

Sorry about the meowing, it won't last

Isolation is no laughing problem

I quipped "No problem", it was my line

Roars replaced by martial silence

And I never had a beer with a guy called Bob

The men in white robes are quite nice

But loosen up, will ya? Please

They don't care 'bout Rhonda or Skip

Only about death rays and the power of flight

Someway, Shumway, who was I?

What's my name again?

Right, I'm hanging from a cliff

Yes, just like Sylv's doctor

Who? Him! HA I kill me!

Don't roll your eyes and just go with it

For many moons I entertained you

Fish out of water? That's unfair

There's much more to my own flair

Paul talked with the Peacock

They would decide my fate

20 years and I'm still waiting

And I never had a beer with Bob

Willy never lost his faith but costed him his job

But Brian got over it, puberty finally stroke

Kate's fine, single mom in Paris, oh la la

Lynn in LA a career made, her guy she got.

Ochmoneks had the last roaring laugh

A cold world from this barred windows

Peacock's cruel, seeing Mexican kids crying

But me? I never had a beer with Bob!

Samuel Valdes Lopez