My Japanese Roommate

My roommate from Japan knew not Pepé,
A skunk he called a puppy dog,
Doggie, Doggie, Doggie, chased he the thing,
He never saw what hit him then,
No marks, no scars, but he left like a corpse,
Both eyes and nose kept wide-opened,
Third day he rose, never to near one more,
Shota boy, bless his heart and soul.

My Dusty Photo

My table stands a picture framed in dust,

Of friends, dear friends who one by one have left,

How ticks and tocks time, blown as if by gust,

At last, one more flew, ceded me a cleft,

Prompts me with pain that cleaning is a must.