Tuesday poem: Fifth in a long series of nasty little poems
May 30, 2016
The poet I dislike is writing
He frowns, and two buttocks
appear on the outside
of the vertical line
creasing from nose to baldness.
He finds the word for the poem,
the exact right nugget,
and squeezes it from his head.
He wipes it on the paper.
A study in brown, he continues.
He strains towards immortality.
P.S. Cottier
Wistful and vicious
Now from Wednesday June 1st, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day at a different site, called Project 365 + 1. Here’s the link. I’ll see how it goes for a month. But poetry will continue to appear here, usually on Tuesdays, even if I may lapse into egregious loveliness from time to time.
PS Cottier 
I must say some of the poetry I’ve written today could be study in brown. 🙂
But a Nicer Shade of Brown, surely.
I’m really quite in love with this.
Glad it gave some pleasure! I’ve been enjoying yours on 365+1; soon I’ll be commenting there, too.
Good luck with the poem posting.
I’m already stuffed, Helen! Thanks though. I will be posting here soon too.
Oh, wicked! Wonderfully so.
Glad you like me in nasty mode, Rosemary.