RHIMES FOR SAVAGE TIMES

napkin!

you folded
up my life
licked the
edge and
tore it up.

napkin.

still a friend
first and fore
most and will
end a friend
least and last.

napkin,

you didn't ask
to go on a picnic
and I never tried
to pack a bag
so you just
came along
 for the ride
napkin.

Now this
is our song. 

~aNnounc'Ment

The creditors within have afforded us a glimpse
of the coming tales to grace the screens without

'twas Quick in case you missed it; already gone
I must insist 'twas a fearsome beast if I ever saw one

and there WAS a tale of a merry old soul here
then not, then here in a poorly hidden hole

yet not a verse describing hardened French bread
to a murderous spear compared with soft Challah.

Come Back for more if you Dare to score a piece
of prose broken off the old man's twisted ropes