POETRY CORNER — KIJIJI CHRONICLES
At Mama Z’s, the shop is wideWith bread and soap and beans insideThe shelves lean left, the cat looks boredA toddler sleeps beside the cordAnd everyone pays when they can The news is told with heavy breathA goat escaped, they chased it westSomeone saw clouds that looked like riceA boy drank milk not smelling niceIt’s…
