Hi hi hi, draugai. Pfidze in presence. Because Mr Kettle is in quote, pursuit of sedentary rapture, unquote, he asks me to go through his archive and choose poems and memories and reflectives for blurb-stuffing. So this is such.

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April 14, 2012 - Paltry (Poultry) - A Poem:

‘T’was a vulgar lass

Who in front didst pass

In a most unwelcome fashion,

Her hair in a Croydon,

Her squirt with a toy gun,

She aroused an invidious passion.

Her window descended,

Her digit extended,

Her mouth spewing lingua latrine,

Then onward she pressed,

More souls to molest,

As the red stole the light from the green.

With godly lament

And fevered assent,

The Fates wove a tapestry pure,

And so I approached,

Beyon ...