Poem

I ravished her, inch by 

inch, a rough-handled scythe 

cutting the unintended 

verdant verbiage, until

late in the evening, only a few 

hardy syllables remained. 

What once untamed, 

now cantered --

a well mannered poem.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[willweb]

Sometimes you just have to show these poems who is boss. Good for you friend. : )

[Neville]

I know precisely what you mean Ken .. but for what it's worth, I entered a local scything competition a few years back .. and came nowhere :)

[Dave Brown]

That rough handled scythe is difficult to handle with any sort of finesse
At least they now know what they could be facing come what may