A man and a woman are playing dominos.
The tiles look pretty, all in rows.
The woman wears second-hand clothes,
but the man has pigeon toes.
“Why don’t you write a novel like Joe’s? ”
“You know I don’t write prose.”
“Hey, before the stores close
should we buy beer? My thirst grows.”
“No, you and everyone knows
Beer makes me sick. I can’t tolerate those.”
“Ah, so it goes…;
I was reading this poem of Poe’s
last night about crows,
or was it a raven he chose? ”
“I never read the pros,
Though I once read a book of Defoe’s.
And some lyrics of Don Ho’s.
“Your erudition shows.”
“Let’s go catch some shows;
I’m weary of Dominos.”
this was really good. reminded me of the midday poetry readings i had when i was in sixth grade english class; for once, a good memory! thanks a bunch.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes indeed, But for some dumb reason I kept waiting for something about 'ho's...