Tuesday 3 November 2015

an eighty fifth new poem ... 'satsuma'

Keith wept so hard
At the blatant
Injustice of the
World that
His eyes dried up
Like the Aral Sea
And great salt deposits
Appeared around his
Temples, and,  after a
Week blubbing
- Ignoring all his
Callous mates out clubbing -
His head had shriveled
To the size and constituency
 Of a month old satsuma.