Poetry by Peter Zelaskowski

 

Nuclear Nursery Rhyme

There was a day in the month of June

When I stuck in my thumb and pulled out the moon.

People on beaches were sent on the run

And I stuck in my thumb and pulled out the sun.

Millions of people died screaming why

And I stuck in my thumb and pulled out the sky.

Oh, what a clever boy am I

And I stuck in my thumb and pulled out July.

 

Then, the whole world fell through a hole in the middle of the year.

All because of my thumb.

 

 

 

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