08-21-2015, 02:18 AM
Why is it that our sacks dangle lower
throughout the years still stretching
that wrinkled flesh, truly a fright,
'twixt your hand and a hard place.
My knickers now are grossly tight
I think they're over-stretching
If rolls burst forth stand by for fright
And several minutes retching
throughout the years still stretching
that wrinkled flesh, truly a fright,
'twixt your hand and a hard place.
My knickers now are grossly tight
I think they're over-stretching
If rolls burst forth stand by for fright
And several minutes retching
A poet who can't make the language sing doesn't start. Hence the shortage of real poems amongst the global planktonic field of duds. - Clive James.