The Ponderosa Cafe by Richard Trotter Stuffed doggy in the window, dare you ask how much it is? outpost in a barren heaven above average food, emptiness all around a lady gaga lookalike dispenses chips with great grace. Pensioners on a dirty holiday, fun in the B&B, or am i just judging, like a sleazy snake? Up in the lagoon, stalked by a buzzard and there in the clouds a seahorse dances with a hockey player If I squint hard enough I can see your face "who do you think you are, Lord Byron??" 02/29/2012 Posted on 02/29/2012 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/01/12 at 06:06 PM Eclectic, surreal...fun read Richard. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)