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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