UPON MY DEAD BEAR COUCH
A Poem by Sal
(Hey, we figure with business the way it is, we should start looking for side jobs. If you know any literary journals that pay by the word, please let Sal know. He can make this longer.)

T'was I who sat with folded leg
Upon my dead bear couch
A'listening to Hugo Largo
Not "Funny Face" by Donna Fargo
My left ear quivered for strange some thing
On times of other it might well ring
I'dst not know why this comes to me
Upon my dead bear couch
If nothing else to say the least
I've soaked myself in Dos Equis