Prozac and Crows
once upon a midnight . . .hmm
eerie. this poem begins a bit too
Dreary. prescribe Poe prozac
for the depressed; his weak and weary soul
should be given rest.
Only that and nothing more
while he nods off to nap
the happiness pill begins to zap.
his Raven now a Crow that no car should hit
Because it cries “Caw Caw” like a twit
Never less and never more
SMILE and have a GREAT day!