A Little Bit Of Slackjaw...A Poem by Wayne RileyTwas wooden, and my Ivy stick Did claggy with a cobbled tone. The moon, in shade rode whimsy high And whiffled with a moan.
By hairy dog and camel toe I trundled on and farted, By gum and skinny teeth I went Unshaven and wholehearted.
Hag I not seen but in a girth A womb of some renown- A creature from some other Earth Not cream, yet still not brown.
I wooden, with my Ivy stick And waving with a fist Fought on with friendly foe in tow For valour, kin and Kist. © 2014 Wayne RileyFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 15, 2014 Last Updated on December 2, 2014 AuthorWayne RileyDoncaster, South Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutWayne Riley was born in God’s own county, Yorkshire. The 70s, sensational for long hair down to your flares, also gave Wayne his first writing experience, a short, hand-penciled story about the .. more..Writing
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