Dictionary Poetry #4

There he sat

The hare staring him in the face

As it had so many times before

 

The slurp of milk shakes

Crowded beside his head on all sides

 

The pier was a bustling as it ever was

Children, mothers, grandparents

The more people that came

The more the real meaning of that pier

Began to depreciate and dissapate

 

It was hard for him to stare at the impresa

Upon the side of his large clipper

Without thinking back

To the good 'ole days

Author's Note

The bold, underlined words are the words that I randomly found in the dictionary.