27 August 2011

Window Pains

(in honour of Poetry Night)

Sweet syrup tainted by golden nectar
Ashes strewn away unneeded
Yet not discarded with complete disregard
Prose and lyrical waxing filled the air
As did smoke of known origin

There was never 36 burgers
Neither was there 24 chips
The fool had read the order wrong

The rain continued to fall
All a futile affair
And attempt by nature
To distract us

Carol Ann Duffy has gotten fat
We drink anyway
Shocked by the poet with no vices

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