Given your pride's so
clearly in safe hands
What should I read of your
shyness
Coy lioness?
To analysis I shan't
digress
For all that way is
silliness, unless
A rustle in the grass, a
scent
I can but wish
In innocence and jest I
ask.
What causes you to slink
I wish you'd come confess.
It must be changing metres
Or where I put the stress.
You must have fixed on
Cheetahs
Or be vulnerable I
guess.
This verse is always
yours,
Use it for whatever
purpose
If you would that there be
more be
Close, come, make others
Superlative, make others
Superfluous
This verse is always
yours.
A rustle in the grass
No teeth or claws, I can
but muse
Excuse me this
Many souls walk the streets of London
Wishing that they'd played their trumps
Many souls walk the streets of London
Wishing that they'd played their trumps
Does Carnival, oh mind
altering insubstantial
Oh seam of muse
Oh rich vein
Unmined
Does Carnival and the
throbbing street
Touch you only skin deep
Were you once touched
deeper
Once touched deeper
Oh and that time flew
Call it shallow
Call me shallow
I know that's not enough for
you. ;-)
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