September 7, 2007

• CHARACTER STUDY

  I’m not in the habit,
  Of darting to and fro,
  Like a frantic Jackrabbit,
  But, more the way I go,
  Is slow.

  More like a tortoise my mien,
  Plodding along smelling roses,
  Seeing what is to be seen,
  With no dashing poses.

  

  As a kid I had the hope,
  Of emulating,
  The non-existent Jackalope,
  Not even up to simulating,
  What a dope !

  • 10:17 pm
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