This is Only a Poem Because it’s Short and Each Line Begins
With a Capital Letter.
The guests at the dinner party coughed and looked at their
Plates when John announced that his latest business
Venture was to employ one thousand people to lie
Still in a small field, while rich children in helicopters
Flew overhead trying to spot Wally.
Har har. What a wally.
Oh and I spied you the other day in the Precinct Centre in that bit at the top that’s like a greenhouse and has a lot of tramps in it. I work in Blackwells and saw you among the crowd. Rather like Wally. How strange.
Comment by lonlonranch — October 7, 2008 @ 8:52 pm |
more like this please xx Mike
Comment by sogoodsoright — December 3, 2008 @ 4:24 pm |