Sixty five pence

Not a poem to be found
it looks like the rhymes
have joined the underground.

subversive little shits
ungrateful swines,

apoplexy
rhymes with what?
sexy?
not a chance,
not in the mood for mince pies
or romance
and
look
the rhymes are returning
well
fuk ’em
I’m burning the book
and renting a
video

I’ll watch Stallone on my own.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.