Tanking Poem by Nightmist Moonshade

Tanking



Free at last,
This tank was full,
Now it's emptying.

All fixed, blast...
They're filling it in again.

In my raft, I'll float to the top,
No room, time for a swim.

Swish, swish,
Don't die.
Swish....swish,
Thats not funny.
Swish, shloop, swish,
in the river now.

Hello bird.
I'm free at last.

Sunday, November 2, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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