They Come In Threes Poem by Sylvia Matzek

They Come In Threes



Slurping from the rim
Girgle, girgle, girgle
I'm thinking of them
Blink, blink, blink
Noticing the time
Sigh, sigh, sigh
I move to the side
Fart, fart, fart
I think of the war
Why, why, why
I laugh in the face of zits
Ha, ha, ha

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