Suns Like A Hamburger Bun Poem by James McCraw
Suns Like A Hamburger Bun
In the sky is the sun.
Shaped as a hamburger bun.
Fore here i stand in the sun light.
Hating the sun to be so bright.
Its black spots are to sesame seeds.
Walking through the city me and my good deeds.
Suns heat can kill a dove.
But.......can't die from the heat-
of a hamburger fresh off the stove.
So here i am again on the hill top-
Falling to the bottom with a plop...
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