Friday 26 July 2013

Naughty Muse


Naughty Muse

 Weeds grow
Without rhyme
Or reason
So does my verse.
Catchy, chatty,
Uncontrollable
Words
Escape into the woods
And become the bush
I presume.
I am sorry;
I cannot
Stop this
Exodus.
                                    








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