the preen and pout of PoirotA Poem by daveyboygreenthese smallest things concocted in love running for a wee terets when you're drunk snacks that I know wine that you drink sleeping bag snoozing on your winter couch with Poirot in a preen in a pout such are these smallest things. © 2013 daveyboygreen |
Stats
139 Views
Added on July 19, 2013 Last Updated on July 19, 2013 Author
|