A Gallic Stickler For Guid Poetry
|Variations on Velcro|
Zipperless Obsessions will Boil your Bunny
(NaPoWriMo2014, day 12)
As she glanced out of the corner of her eye
on her shoulder, in his beak a vowel boulder, wry,
Well, an obese black crow!
A portmanteau of gallic velvet and crafty hook
was all it took to form a strong, but temporary bond-
easy to manipulate, but from it not so easy to abscond…
He cawed hoarsely in a whisper:
for god's sake, make those words a little crisper:
dropping verbal stones to fill your cranial bowl
is surely a most honourable goal.
In the burr of the moment, inspiration is like nature's biomimicry;
it will grab you loving tight, and then
it will set you cruelly free.
With George de Mestral nowhere to be found,
with a distinctive ripping sound,
this very silly poem, umbilical cord still bound,
wriggling on the ground.
|... being pulled apart: Tracy Anderson|