Away At a Picnic
Away at a picnic
No spoons, forks nor plates
Some rich people panic
They think of their fate.
But the poor ones keep calm
No whines nor complain
Wash their hands, on their palms-
Big leaves, green and plain
Away at a picnic
A huge boodle fight
All seafoods for your pick
For great meal delight
A long table of foods
On banana leaves
Rich and poor feel so good
To care, love and give.
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2023
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