POEM ABOUT IT

Write a poem about it, someone said,

so I wrote 'Poem about it'. That's

not what I meant, she carped. Well

get out your harp and then strum

about what it is, precisely, that

your words are meant to convey.

Ave Maria, I added then. That's not

a poem she said. 'Well actuially it is

I ventured to suggest, at least for

those who have the ears that wish

to know and understand, without

the song and dance of it'. She gave

a scowl and said, Get Lost, I asked

a passerby, 'Can you please tell me

where it is I live. I think i'm in disgrace. 

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Rose Casserley

Mon 15th Jul 2019 14:48

You should have asked me if it was a poem or it wasn't and I wouldn't have told you where to shove it-honest!...... I think ?






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