You know I'm not greatly taken with this. Too overworked somehow. But here it is to get the ball rolling. I think I'll try again.
Gob and Bum
‘I’m his forever. He’s all mouth,’
My gob roars out. But further south,
‘I always knew that he would come
To his true friend,’ confides my bum.
My mush says, ‘It is always wise
To take long bouts of exercise.’
‘Much better lounge in comfort here,’
Insists my large, persuasive rear.
My cakehole shrieks at fever pitch
‘Take to the streets and hang the rich.’
My bottom mutters covertly
‘Sit tight old chap, and let it be.’
‘Which of us represents this man?’
‘Can we be reconciled?’ ‘We can.’
‘It has already come to pass.’
‘He talks,’ ‘Ah yes,’ ‘Out of his arse.’
Villon yes. And Marvell of course. These guys are a bit too disconcertingly GOOD.
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