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For reasons that escape me now I was cajoled into writing a poem. I think it was Poetry Week but I may be wrong.
There was a global pincer movement performed by @ellisgraphics & @anniegreenwood so I gave it a shot.
Having wasted nearly half an hour on it, I thought I would put it here. So it can receive its fair share of abuse.
O
you sit in perfect symmetry
described by both your focus and your tangents
O
you tantalising enigma
inviting sensual goal so sweet
But, O
when you start a poem you really get on my tits.
