By: Frank Hu
One day, I was walking on the street.
Looking left at the pork, right at the beef.
I shook my head; I don’t like meat.
I only wanted buns to eat.
Then I spotted a shop with a guy.
A goofy looking guy.
He shouted: Everything you need!
Hi man, want any?
We have some good stuff.
And I would like money to swap.
Here, we have fine dices.
I’ll offer you a fine price.
And I have gear for Phys ‘ed.
I’d rather have blowguns, I said.
Have any buns?
Sorry, but we have guns.
But I can tell you were for buns.
He pointed to the west.
And said, on west street, Bun’s buns are the best.
I walked here and saw a lady,
With a weird eye that looked dizzy.
She said, “I know you came for buns.”
Before I could know, she passed by the buns.
And walked swiftly out of sight.