2014 #151

but a devil
very versed
in discursive arts

snuck in and performed satanic
twists in what wished to explain
a multitude of wholesome

routes that may carry most any soul
to a place they call happy
where dancing is free and lasses

never say no. In fang-free grasses
all varieties of loving may roll
and at this our dirty devil

very versed
in discursive arts
inserts a foul finger and twists

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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