A Poem for Fun (11)

海外逸士

There is a small mill,
Stands on a clear rill,
At the foot of a hill;
To run it needs a skill.

I have a great will,
I want to fulfill:
To put a dinosaur on grill,
With a beer to swill.
I have a stomach to fill.
I am in great thrill,
With my voice so shrill,
Sharp like tip of a quill.
Almost let beer spill.
I have to hold it still,
And lay it on the sill.
Then I am taken ill,
Feeling really chill,
And must take a pill.
So I can't go to drill
To have free time kill.

山菊

have free time kill. --- 羡慕！