I hardly belong on a thread with Rochester or Burns, but Nyctom opened the gate, as it were. Here's one Sam Gwynn urged me never to publish:
Opening Lines
Exquisite and expensive boy,
I have no scarves or diamond rings,
but shouldn't a poet share the joy
you sell to generals and kings?
Swords and sovereigns swiftly pass,
but spread those golden orbs for me,
and I'll promise your peerless ass
nine inches of immortality.
I've heard dark whisperings about The Platonic Blow all my life. Can someone post it? Please?
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