Puff

"Puff"




Puff on a cigar.

While attending the favorite flavors ice-cream bar.

In my mind it's distant but not too far.

I could drive it in a car.

It would take up time.

Could never rhyme.

With a copper dime.

Or an orange sign.

In life's sublime chime.

Ringing bell go to hell!

I am twenty meals old.

In a poker fold.

Aces are high.

Deuces low.

Poe's show.

By the times crow.

It's never just enough to know.

The winds off the bay blow.

A car on the red bridge needs a tow.

A dolphin sang a song.

Not for long.

It was weaker for strong.

I'm sure this is all wrong.




By Jonathan Billet knows when.