Poing, the One-Fisted Poet
01/26/2025


He's about the size of my fist and lives at the end of my arm.
He speaks with a strange accent, and specializes in reciting
non-sense poetry, especially mine.
He's about the size of my fist and lives at the end of my arm.
He speaks with a strange accent, and specializes in reciting
non-sense poetry, especially mine.