so she realised Lumwedder's libido was no better
nor his brain free of this damn delirium.
Satisfied that no cutie, no raven-haired beauty,
had overstepped her duties, she could rest up. The floozie
he loved was a stupid bacterium.
| 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Pond, woodcut by Frederick Nunley 
 
 
 
 
 
 fishpond 
 
 Pip Wilson 
 
 
 
 This is the blog where I post poetry as I find it in the fishpond outside the door of my garden flat. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 | 
 
 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
 
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home