A Poem for Fun (5)

海外逸士

It is now in August.
I want to make a bust,
After a model robust,
By using rock crust,
Mixed with some dust,
All into the mold thrust,
Put on fire to combust,
The temperature adjust,
By letting in gust after gust.
If this is a must,
You can in me trust,
And do me the just.
My skills never rust.
Don't take me as a locust,
Which to me so disgust.

山菊

拜读了~~~