Treasure Island

Ima Ryma


Poems of Ima Ryma

761. Pinky Stinky 10/18/2012
762. Pity the Child 1/18/2008
763. Piye 4/15/2014
764. Plastic 5/21/2014
765. Plastic Wrap 2/18/2013
766. Play For Keeps 3/9/2014
767. Play Ground 2/7/2008
768. Play Nice 2/5/2013
769. Please Pass 1/21/2011
770. Poem Power 8/29/2009
771. Point Less 12/17/2007
772. Pole Test 2/13/2014
773. Politalks 5/11/2013
774. Pollytician 5/26/2013
775. Ponies - Lincoln Park Zoo 8/4/2013
776. Poop Plus 6/7/2013
777. Poor on Poor 4/27/2014
778. Poor Sport 7/26/2013
779. Pop Gun 1/24/2013
780. Pop High 1/9/2008

In Judgement

The crowd had gathered in the square.
They came to watch a young man die.
The sherriff brought the killer there -
To the gallows, to hang him high.
At his courthouse window he stood.
The Judge watched the sentence below,
Carried out as he knew it should.
It was the law that it be so.
A prayer was muttered by the priest.

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