Thursday, 27 February 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot

i fear that i shall never make
a poems slippier than a snake
or oozing with as fine a juice
as runs in girls or even spruce
no i wont make now now nor later
pnomes as luverlee as pertaters
trees is made by fauns or satyrs
& trees is grown by sun from sod
& so are the sods who need a god
but poettrees lack any clue
they just need me   & maybe you

Earle Bimey
(13th May 1904 - 3rd September 1995)

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