The Mysterious Moai of Barber Greene

He sits behind the old strip mall

A man’s width wide, and three men tall

His visage stern, his eye sockets still

Just 100 metres from the Mongolian Grill.

So if you should venture down Barber Greene

Take time to pause, and see what he’s seen

As he gazes north, towards fancier stores

He’s a long, long way from Easter Island’s shores.

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7 Responses to The Mysterious Moai of Barber Greene

  1. Matt Hull says:

    Love the moai and love the poem!

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