Tuesday 11 January 2011

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.

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