When dad bowls on Mondays,
mom sets up the card table so
we eat dinner with The Monkees.
I have a crush on wool hat Mike, elan for a seventh grader.
WCFL plays “Tapioca Tundra.”
The lyrics make no sense but I’m drawn to them.
In English we write about hidden meanings.
I don’t like when meanings hide, though I hide too.
by Guest Contributor Kenneth Pobo
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