BON FIRE PLACE
I framed my house with two by fours
And covered them with fur.
I set the windows, hung the doors,
And called myself monsieur.
I built a bon inside the fire,
A fire inside the place,
And all the people called me sire
but laughed behind my face.
The house collapsed in flame and ash,
The people scofffed and said,
"I hope you've got some petty cash,
You're bankrupt in your head."
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #36
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Monday, November 8, 2010
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