Palindrome Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer
Palindrome
… upon a man gored to death in Pamplona after waving a pink umbrella at a charging bull
If you have a pink umbrella
You would be the wiser fella
If you kept it tightly furled
When next a bull comes running by.
For should you extend it
The bull might move to lend it
Jet propulsion to the sky.
Tho where you land's a better world
You'll never be the storyteller
Informing the umbrella seller.
2/8/2011
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