Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Dirty Donald

Poem by Dawn Pisturino
Artwork by Jason Smith

Dirty Donald!
His hair, full of lice,
Grows down to his shoulders,
A haven for mice.
His teeth are all rotten,
Mildewed and black,
His tongue is so long,
He could pass for a yak.
His breath stinks of corpses
Dug fresh from their graves,
A delicate morsel
He constantly craves.
He glares at the ravens,
Surrounding his head,
With murderous eyes,
Pronouncing them dead.
Then yanks out their feathers
And nibbles their toes,
Lining them up
In neat little rows.
His clothes are so tattered,
The buzzards all say,
"What a fine looking fellow!
Let's eat him today!"
July 3, 2011
Published on Underneath the Juniper Tree, July 17, 2011. Read it here.
Published in the August 2011 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree. Read it here.
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