Tot Hotty

                                "Tot Hotty"

The hot tot rode his bicycle at the County Court House.

An icicle fell from the roof.

It hit him in the head.

Then and there, he dropped dead.

It was spoken and said that he was set up.

But by who?

Not me or you.

It was like someone turned a screw.

But I still believe that I am a Jew!

Something old, that was once new.

Into the clouds, he flew.

Into an igloo.

By Jonathan Billet

02/20/15