Thursday, April 13, 2017

詩 Under the Sea

We don't have much call for letters,
down where it's wetter
under the sea

Only squids got the ink there
down in the drink there

We got no deadlines
no scoops or headlines
no rhyme and no reason
no hedgehog's low treason

You go for punnin'
the ink's always runnin'
under the sea.

From A Visit to the Full-Service Native American Bank comic vignette.

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