The Song Poem by Nate Brijandez

The Song

Rating: 2.8


Sat on a log,

with a little hog.

Singing away,

the whole day.

The hog got mad,

for the song was sad.

He punched my face,

and said,

that's for talking about my Uncle Ace.

Sunday, February 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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