I do discriminate but out of hate.
Stuck in time and in line; don’t like to wait!
My tongue wags in ‘anger’ at these dark cahoots
for casting first stones like picking fresh fruits.
Don’t play the oboe or banjo for me!
Holy knights have not lied on bended knee.
Seven times round to share my hidden truth:
My sharpened angle is of nail and tooth.
Another poem of two stanzas with ten syllables in abab pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…