Thursday, 6 January 2011

This One

Let's split this bag
Or a table wine

What needs you have
Will be attained
My fruitful pursued princess

This is one you've not got near
Or heard whispered of
In dumb workplace corridors

It rips roofs off houses
Played Hamlet

Puts needles through glass

Sang lead in a choir
Owns a vineyard
Can recite Under Milk Wood

And work stocks
Has no sock holes

Flosses after meals
A trophy cabinet
No outstanding debts

An adoration of pets
Can read sheet
Uses his loaf

Daily to court you
On black diamond
And Ortolan

Enough affirmation.

Show me to your boudoir
Reveal the verdant rose

Trill nightingales
This will be a silk nest.

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