“Her brain tumor is too deep…” --
Doctor's words that make us weep…
Life goes on, loved ones depart
So I rhyme to mend my heart
As I walked, I saw dead fish
Pulled in restaurant for dish --
Backstage drama makes cuisine
As we choose our protein…
Dinah, as dogs do, chased birds
Gentle Killer beyond words
A Food Whore, she gave me paw
When is time for her no more?
Like drunk sailor tries to walk
Can she hear baby talk
That her aching parents weep? --
“Her brain tumor is too deep…”
They'll eat fish in S’Agapo --
Strong eat weak -- perhaps God's Law...
Loosing loved ones -- never fun
And tomorrow is new Sun…
Monday,
November 13, 2006, 4:01 PM
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