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.
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