Married in Scarlet
Rapier like reflexesas she hit it with the
meat tenderiser
Gore splattered on the
breadbin
wouldn't be having
toast for breakfast.
She told me to
get married in scarlet
Wish I'd listened
as now, I watch
mice running over
the sideboard
But I don't eat meat
these days
so I have nothing
to hit them with
except a stale baguette.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2007-11-21 at 14:30
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