Piranha Poem Addendum

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The lake freezes solid

protecting the baby piranha

from the stomping boots

of my marching band practice

I play the tuba

God sends an angel

she dances on the ice

her ballet shoes

filled with dynamite

she take them to fish heaven

 

She: Don’t do the crime…boy.

If you can’t do the time…boy.

 

Me: What’s up doc?

How about I pull your rabbit out of a hat?

I can pull it nice and slow the way you like it.

 

She: Stop wasting the movement of your mouth to make words.

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