Poetry and other nonsense

Iambic sets a strident rhythm
Readers like it so
And once you start you must continue
Till the poem’s – No!



Guns and machinery, aeroplanes too,
Football and magazines, breasts through and through
Over and over and over again
Triplicate’s poetry written for men

Absurdity! Nonsense!

The poet is a curious cat, he keeps his whiskers clean,
He keeps a handy single malt, and coffee mixed with cream,
His cigarettes are burnt to ash, without a single draw,
And all his words are placed with pride, and not a single flaw.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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