Frying Days Poem by Lamar Cole

Frying Days

Rating: 5.0


The goose had gotten tired of flying.
So he was flagging down a ride from a trucker.
But being in the middle of the road was a big mistake.
The truck ran over him.
His flying days were over.
But his frying days had just begun.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 01 October 2020

A well penned poem. Truly fascinating...5 stars*****

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East-sea Fairy 30 September 2020

what a sad pitiful fladding down! poor creature

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