29 November 2010

50PoWriMo - XLVIII

allegory



there was a little anchovy
sat on a pizza pie
although he'd love to branch off, he
could neither walk nor fly
nor could he find the words to say
nor could he catch my eye
thus couldn't persuade me to stay
his execution date
he couldn't solve his worries
he was inanimate
and half covered with melted cheese
met his delicious fate

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