The Poetry Ball

You are


invited to

The Poetry Ball

(to throw)

The Poetry Ball.

From out of the kitchen

and into the hall

travelled the flight

of The Poetry Ball.

It bounced in the courtyard

‘gainst a wall that was tall,

came there no rest

for The Poetry Ball?

It travelled the world

promoting the word,

so hard it was hurled,

was The Poetry Ball.

Until, finally, it stopped,

The Poetry Ball was popped,

the husk of it’s being

had literally been stropped

by a razor-edged hedge

of barbwire upon sedge,

and there it lay dead,

with it’s feet by its head.

You are no longer invited,

“Don’t come, one and all!”

to the tragical tale

of The poetry Ball

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