Dionaea Muscipula
A Poem by Jamie F. Nugent
I would stick my hands
Into the Venus-fly-trap,
That you kept in your hallway,
Just to see what it felt like.
I would taste marmite
From your spoon,
Pressed up against my lips,
Just for a change.
I would drink my cup of tea,
The way it was to you liking,
(milk,no sugar)
Just to get a taste of what you tasted.
Still,there is value in things unpleasant.
-Jamie F. Nugent
© 2015 Jamie F. Nugent
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Added on December 7, 2015
Last Updated on December 7, 2015
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Jamie F. NugentMiddle of Nowhere , My God is the Sun, Ireland
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