16 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 027 Becky, Huck and Tom

Becky, Huck and Tom, running along the muddy banks, singing pirate songs
Arabs and elephants I can see, these old ways are best for me
three candles lay and a nickel paid, dirty clothes and forced to pray
oath of robbers, we’ll never tell, I choose to ignore these dinner bells
Arabs and elephants I can see, ain’t no matter, best for me