Rock Bottom
The temperature
Has hit
Rock bottom,
No-one is
Comfortable inside
The parrot's
Cage,
Down by
The railway
Crossing,
Where strange
Beards grow
Down
The wire
Fence,
And wrap
Around
The naked
Octopus,
Weeping for
The death
Of K Y jelly...
Submitted: September 09, 2021
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olive tree
certainly easy to read and elicits imagery
Thu, September 9th, 2021 1:37amAuthor
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Thanks very much Olive, I'm someone enjoys my nonsense...
Wed, September 8th, 2021 7:21pm