Sprocket

I take the sprocket from

The gromit-

Bag and open the through-valve

With my teeth

I am an engineer

And not a poet

Any longer!

I drove the night away

To see you

And now I feel the wind

Is too beery to assign

To my throat as it will

Piss

Me

On/off too.

Bye!

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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