Ants Ants Ants
...In every crevice where I look
Every cranny, every nook
Creeping, crawling in their hoards
It’s my world they head towards
Swarming over every leaf
Numbers that defy belief
Out of holes, from...
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Categories:
wurly, angst, humorous, insect,
Form: Rhyme
Sweet Kid
...The lemon drop child
looked at the world
through sherbet fountain eyes.
Her sour cherry lips
spouting black jack words,
whilst her mind was an
aniseed twist.
Her rhubarb and custard complexion
and c...
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Categories:
wurly, childhood, food,
Form: Blank verse