The poetry voices
in my head
are reciting
bad poetry
again.
.
I don’t think
that I can take much more
of their poetry bore,
with ridiculous puns,
and Limericks about nuns.
.
For example:
‘There once was a sister named Ruth,
who was chaste in her day, that’s the truth;
but now, at night in the clubs,
and discos and pubs,
she’s a hussy and a trifle uncouth! ‘
.
See what I mean?
Graeme Sandford 