Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Drunk on words.

A first draft,
a top hat and a smile,
speedoes and a mask.

A cursory glance,
drive-by writing,
oozing words.

Streaking wordplay,
on green grass,
hopped on mead.

Second draft,
a hangover and a groan,
great words made good.

1 comment:

Broofa said...

There once was a poet namd Dunc'
Who's words made quite a spelunk
Cryptic, arcane
A dash of urbane
So much for his usual junk!