Buns And Nuns

A nun left

Some biscuits

I suppose

They were buns,

Who pays attention

When flour dough

Runs,

The birds at

Her table

Were feasting

And loud

Like Mother Teresa,

She was lost

In the crowd.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:30 AM June 27, 2013

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