Mulled Poetry

by Emily, Mel, Sanjay, Steve and others

A poem is like a late night snog

A kite is like a low maintenance pet

Everyone keeps walking in 

Through the window

Why can't they use the door?

Like a Cook lost underground

Garotted by a purple scarf

All the brothers and sisters congregate

The blind leading the blind

Full of starfish nobody wants to buy

It really doesn't have to rhyme.