Written for: The Twiglets #142 – “with few steps”
He pointed his gun;
came straight at me
with few steps.
sere land left no hope
they took a few more steps, spied
In a few more steps
he will have completed
There once was a man for Oaxaca
who made a fortune teaching the cha-cha
Having few steps to teach
he had time for the beach
where somebody stole his huaraches.