No title
Man fell into
a vat of
hot chocolate
and drowned.
His widow
looked
sweet in
her creamy
rich and
smooth
black dress.
The boss,
at the plant,
sent a wreath,
but didn’t
send, as he
usually does,
the widow a box
of chocolate.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Friday, July 17, 2009
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