COME TO THE PARTYA Poem by Phil Roberts
Dripping with gory sarcasm
The sharpest tongue cuts a dash The house speciality is cruelty Naturally And so, gathered revellers To the evening's main course An innocent A babe amongst blades Who'll carve? With glinting teeth and cutlery Feasting on the lamb begins An ideal from each bone that's chewed Is spat upon the floor And they're snatching and snarling for more More succulent and pure Fresh blood for the body politic Come to the party Who'll pour? By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
Stats
80 Views
1 Review Added on September 27, 2016 Last Updated on September 27, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
|