The Fleeing Swiss Cheese - Terry McDermott

Terry McDermott

Near the milk counter

I saw a package of swiss

Land on the wax floor

Fleeing from the country store

He thought he was free

Until he met an old tom cat

Consumed in seconds

Swiss Cheese has one destiny

It is made to be eaten

This is a naga uta, like my post "Rattlesnake City."

Posted by JO

JO
Delightful, Terry! I love it!

Posted by hfurness

Again, your command of form is only subject to your imagination. Yours are always so much fun to read. Thanks.

I mainly write structured non-rhyming poetry