Can I stroke your poetry?

Is it tame?

Has it had the vaccinations?

Is it house-trained

& almost tolerant of children

or will maim my face

all hate & nasty machinations?





Can your poetry

do any mad tricks?

the surrealsome 6, hex twig sticks & back flips,

or bury a mouthy pheasant

or perchance chase a bone

- oh please tell me is your poetry

sweet lovely's true epitome

& free 

to a fairly goodish home?

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