Child Still, In His Warped Humour Poem by james watkin

Child Still, In His Warped Humour



Grown up, now, yet muse: need I drop
This thrill of concealment
Sweaty possess?
Whilst holding down, for cackling
Hyena's. Yes!

Dear girl-chum, of that age now, in
Your woman to man's look
Pleasant esteemed...
Surprise! Box of chocs - half eat!
Ring - a fake, deemed!

Thursday, November 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: present,surprise,childishness
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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