A Poem for Fun (43)

海外逸士

I live in a shack.
There is a track
Behind the back.
Here's my friend Jack,
Coming to me with snack,
Also carrying a big sack,
Of the color of black,
Inside some ducks quack,
He leaves a dog pack
Beside the hay stack.
He puts hat on the rack;
His pants are so slack,
With a sea smack.

童天鉴日

问好先生。