Poem -
Cockle
I think the 'cockle man' needs to call...
it's a long time since I sampled his goodies
underneath a spawny blanket with a taint drift
of crabsicks and je ne sei qua juice..
I am but a prawn in hand. my legs
turn to jelly fish thinking of his coming..alive alive oh..
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Comments
Impressively crafted piece.
Cheers poetess. .