Page 1 of 6 His name is Pajeet,
And he’s out on the street,
He’s had quite a treat,
And his feet are quite beat.
Page 2 of 6 He knows it is time,
But he can’t spare a dime,
As his poor guts;
Crackle and whine
Page 3 of 6 As the sun shines,
He plops down a squat.
Here he prepares,
to end his despairs.
Page 4 of 6 Coming all down,
to plop on the spot.
Here he shall drop,
That curry so hot.
Page 5 of 6 The loo, so new
A luxury so far.
Even the paper,
To wipe up his caper.
Page 6 of 6 A poem by Sheckles, not participating in civclassics.
October 24th, 2018
