Big Old Ballon Poem by Dorsey Baker

Big Old Ballon



That big old ballon
With its secret spying eye
Got shot down
From the sky

Being in the wrong place
At the wrong time
And found guilty
Of an awful crime

That big old ballon
It was fully alive
But now it's totally dead
Sleeping soundly
Forever asleep!
Eternity is its uncomfortable bed!

No future now
Just very very interesting past
Now free at last!

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