Gyrate My Pasty

Posted on March 12, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Gyrate My Pasty

Spin it round

like a record;

make it move in circular ways;

when it returns to the beginning

it can walk as if in a daze;

revolutions in ‘33, ‘45 or ‘78

overthrew the governance,

and now the pasty

must run to ketchup.

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