This day has had nine chances
To bring you back but instead
Returns some of the strays
Who never deserted you
Every time since six this morning
I’ve tried to write about you but
Ming the Merciless -- unshaved
And looking glum. since that
Is how you drew him -- has stood
Before me. My computer
Thinks any word that starts with m
Or even n means I mean
To write about Ming, erstwhile
Ruler of Mongo, whom you knew
When he was broke and living
On the streets around the Cathedral.
No comments:
Post a Comment