Come in, it's lovely to see you. Pull up a cushion and stay as long as you like.

Thursday, 21 June 2012

Flash Poem # 3

tree branches sway wildly
in the strong wind.
Teeth bared and head high
an excited horse runs
displaying his giant cock.

pictures hang on white walls
wellington boots stand guard
by the door.
A snail has made itself at home
on the leg of your rocking chair.

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