Nursery Rhyme...Fool on a Stool
The chambermaid of the tavern her name Marie
Alluring captivating fair maiden all would agree
Smiling flirting undoubtedly her majored degree
Scurrying making the rounds not missing a knee
Many a fool who has sat on a stool including me
Envisioned her with enchanted dreams of fantasy
In no way am I saying she charges by an hourly fee
Just peddling spirits of seduction be her pedigree.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| I Pray as I prey | 1 | 12/05/2009 |
| Powdered Snow | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Zwitterion Equinox | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Nursery Rhyme...Fool on a Stool | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Sugar plum Fairies | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Lady Succubus Of Opiate | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
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0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Kate | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
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