Last month I met a young girl.
She was 8 years old in a bar.
Her name was Lucia Rose Laz.
And we traded poems.
I gave her a copy of my Cheetoh Poem.
She game me a copy of her Rainbow Llama Poem.
So here it is.
Rainbow Llama Poem by Lucia Rose Laz.
When I walked to New York in the summer
with my shaved-hair guy friend,
we saw a rainbow llama on the way to Mexico.
But I don’t get it
we’re going to New York …