Dear Jack the Reaper
Dear Jack the Reaper
Flipping and fiddling, one might say engrossed by the impression
Formally geared up for the occasion
With eyes lit like clippers
Walking and hands in pockets dipper
Delighted by the label ‘Keeper’
Awaiting for the aftermath
For he is a walking chipper
Grinded, shredded I shed a tear
And for a thought is like
She turn-up when ends meet
That Mona Lisa smile
Stripping to entice mine eyes
Leaper leaping towards mine soul
Dear Lucy the Leaper
(can also be read from bottom up)
Space-Poet
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