Little Poe Poem by Tenzin Tsewang

Once in a town named Low,
There lived a man named Pow.
In that valley of Low,
Pow loved a girl named Pooh.
For Pooh, all he would sow,
But after they walked,
And after they talked,
Pooh saw that Pow was slow—
The slowest in all of Low.
For Pow, the word was law,
And he was afraid
Enough to bow.
Such was the tale in the town of Low;
By virtue, Pow was left low,
For one morning, he'd nothing left to sow.