The Ponderosa Cafe by Richard TrotterStuffed 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 © 2025 Richard Trotter
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