Friday, August 31, 2012

Poet's Bugaboo


Jiminy Cricket! 

Sometimes I’m afraid 
I’m past all grace when 

I feel so smug I expect 
My next feat to come swaggering 

On all six legs out from under the tongue 
Of an army surplus boot and spit 

Flush in my face. 


3 comments:

  1. And for my next six feat... but spare me that wet patch, please, Mr Undertaker.

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  2. This bugabood poet sounds punch-drunk, perhaps it's time to throw in the towel.

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  3. So that stinky boot tongue was merely a common begrimed towel.

    I did hear you say, "crawl out from under, not "throw up on", I hope. These dang third-rate Medicare ear-horns are just not worth the plastic they're moulded from. (Speaking of green slimy things.)

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