Tuesday, March 29, 2016


After Li Po died his shadow became a monk
Living on a mountainside, practising austerities
And doing a good deed now and then
Until by mixing distilled holiness and a little dark magic
He felt he might conjure Li Po back into the world.
Sadly, he'd over-estimated his powers
Raising up only two jingle writers,
A weaver, three grey pheasants, a cook
And a horse who could do simple math.

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