(a British bloke wasn’t too happy
with a poem(s) of mine, which he
referred to as ‘unpoetry’, so I had
some fun when I answered him. – ’07)

-That’s fine & dandy, Andy,
but some dangerous fun,
I’d rather face a bull
on a Pamplona calle,
than a betrayed husband
with a gun.

-As for my unpoetry,
I write about
a hole in my shoe,
or a black hole in space,
depending on my
Hole Quotient Average
for that day.


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