The Impostor Poem by Philo Yan

The Impostor



An impostor in our midst.
He's not who he says he is.
High up in the mountain mist.
He lies low, you will miss.
Sinister black mask.
Revealed at last.
Catch him very fast.
Action taken best,
Kick him out the nest.

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