Very Bad Archive
Killa Beez
Gordon Callaway
My dogs they scratch,
with teeth they seize.
I fear they have
some odd disease!
To floor I drop,
down on my knees.
I fly thruogh fur,
searching for fleas.
Their matted fur,
I comb and tease.
I find a hive,
of Killa Beez!
Ouch.
Gordon Callaway has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Gordon's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Gordon's latest works: