I guess anything ought to be fair game.
I say so after experiences
expressly designed to drive men bonkers.

They entail rabbit holes. They know
their cute noses and twitches and whiskers
are explicitly irresistible.

Thank someone managing the Universe
there are chances to come to one’s senses
and get to building a shrine of one’s own.


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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