The Tout

Where’s the tout?
You know, he’s stout.
Looks like a trout.
The one with gout.
And the bulbous snout.
Eating the sprout.
He’s such a lout.

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Texan, former US Marine, Vietnam vet, retired carpenter, new to poetry and writing of any kind, but enjoying the freedom of expression. Hope you like what you read. Feedback, good or ill, is appreciated.

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