With criminal minds we open the door with a pick
We do not ken righteously ‘nuf that it is the end
Of the real time newt and the start of the old town
You don’t look Saintly!
Now do go along down the town
And forget to walk in the way
Of a bus right?
It is an interesting place to compose oneself
Upon this written page
To try and identify oneself
As possessing some sage-
Like qualities that would attract
The Tom, Dick and Harry in you
It isn’t a Mental exercise to be able to make
Do with the rest of your kisses
Be assured I will be the One
Who is most compared with.
The sweep of the clock and the ripening
Of the sunflower seeds; fortune costs
Us a lot of time.
I see you as in the shower
All buds and pipes
And long-limbed seduction
And limitless trouncing if the flames that make
Copyright B E Saunders 2016