my body is a temple

inspired in part by the Richard Siken poem 'Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out'.

if my body is a temple
then it is the Sacré-C�"ur;
disappointing and full of tourists.

wait, no -
sorry.
try again.

my body is not a temple;
temples are open to anybody
and I am anything but.

my body is not a temple -
it is a castle.
a castle with a moat.

my body is a castle 
a fairy tale castle with a moat, 
and a dragon,

and an armed guard,
so any knights trying to 'rescue the princess'
had better have their guard up.

my body is a castle
surrounded by a thorny bush
ready to gouge out the eyes of anyone
stupid enough to even attempt
to 'climb my tower'.

anyway, 
the owner isn't in -
she's gone round to the three bears house
to eat brunch with Goldilocks.

Author's Note

another one where the lack of capital letters is supposed to be for effect.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The first verse was quite funny. The rest of the poem seems to be something of an overcompensation in order to correct a perceived bad first impression. Don't worry, I didn't take it that way.

By the way, does your castle have a drawbridge?