My First Poem

May 18, 2017

 

The rain.

The rain fell.

 

Like an awkward child tripping in the schoolyard and cracking a tooth.

 

The rain fell and washed away -

 

- the debris of the last rainstorm.

 

The rain – oh, wait.

 

My toast popped.

 

I’ll be back.

 

 

 

Where was I?

 

Oh yes, the rain.

 

Mmmmm. Butter.

 

Man, this is good toast.

 

END


Dave Konig is a 3 time Emmy winning comedian and the author of the novel

Good Luck, Mr. Gorsky available on Amazon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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