Alas-Alas-We Be Gone-Capoot! Poem by Michael Gale

Alas-Alas-We Be Gone-Capoot!



Mouths have a way of running away from us...
They are as of yet-uncontrollable, to say the least.

A very strange and ferocious beast...
They do well at times, make us to cuss.

No mess...
No fuss.

They seem to at times run us over...
As if driven over-by a bus.

We get flattened and under foot...
Alas-alas-we be gone-capoot!

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I love how you used the months in this poems very delightful Please if you get time can you read a few poems of mine chapters of life and all my life thank you and god bless

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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