The Daily Poem

Day 58


I’ve been in quite a “serious” poetry mood this past week, so that’ll be reflected in the coming week’s blog posts. Not that any of them will take themselves TOO seriously (heaven forfend!) but you, dear reader, might need to invest a little more time to accommodate length, girth and structure as I indulge myself. Today’s poem, by contrast and to ease us into another week, is a teensy-weensy little epigram…   

Swan Lake

The noble swan upon the lake
Doth glide serene and calm
But cross him and make no mistake
He’ll break yer fuckin’ arm

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