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.
