Eamon Duffin Poet I do not know?

Beware the Poet

If you draw your sword so sharp
To skewer me on a night so dark
Stop and ponder what might befall
If my words you chance to spall
A bouquet of thorns, for you I’ll sow it
Take warning fair, beware the poet

I’ll drag your hair out from your crown
Set it aflame to render down
Flesh from bones and skull and pate
Your dome will be my dinner plate
If for your body you care or fret
Take warning fair, beware the poet

I’ll fry your kidney, spleen and lung
Then garnish it with nose and tongue
Your innards I will with pestle pound
And feed them to my trusty hound
Who’ll lap them up with zeal I bet 
Take warning fair, beware the poet

I’ll carve your shin bone to a spoon
You’re ears will become two spittoons
Fine shredded cheeks and coarse sliced eyes
Can become lip smacking pies
Each digit will make a fine brochette
Take warning fair, beware the poet
 
I know ‘twill be a fantastic feast
For family and friends, ten at least
We’ll toast stupidity with your blood
And finish up with sweet, heart pud
It’s no false threat that I emote
Take warning fair, beware the poet

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Vince Suzadail Jr. November 3, 2010 at 2:09 PM Hey! I've got some American politicians I'd like you to meet. Vince

C.C Bloomsfield November 3, 2010 at 11:33 AM Ow nooo.i thought irish people are nice. .now i'm terrified. .i'm gonna run :)yes a poet have power in his pen,great to use it wisely,tmfs!Celene.

Sara Kendrick November 2, 2010 at 12:53 PM Yep! The poet can take a person down and that person won't figure it out until a month or two later when their face will burn with fire in the middle of the night ..Enjoyed your work..I am glad that I chose this one to read this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by the Sweet Gum Tree to think of the danger that is lurking there..Sara

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Carolyn Devonshire November 1, 2010 at 12:36 PM The pen of the poet is a mighty instrument, Eamon, and there is tremendous power in this poem, warning readers to "beware the poet." Now I'm shaking -- should I run for the hills? Just kidding, my friend. Your point comes through loud and clear in this great poem! Love, Carolyn