Oh Cap’n My Cap’n

The captain is dead, he is no more 
His boxed life wasted 
His crunchy remains


Across the tile floor 
I should be sore

But instead I’m done in
By a toddling perp
Who knows not his sin
With that drooling
Cereal killer 


Putting a memory to grin with a Quadrille


dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille – 4

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