Sugga

Sugga

 

Sugga

Swampland born

Of the muck

Used to that

And thinking of

Nowhere else

As where to live

 

But someone else

Had other plans

And stole him away

And set him down

In hellish to him

A place so different

 

Sugga

Of a one

Now else of where

How would he fare

 

Charles Petrie