Lover’s Lament (The Cruddling Swain)

"Wah-oo, Wah-oo!" She Cried

"Wah-oo, Wah-oo!" She Cried

Her face, imprinted on the stamps
I pressed into the corners of envelopes

When I drink Guinness Between intoxication and Irish poetry A genius, I become. © Katharine Summers All Rights Reserved 2022

Specimen teacher, specimen student
Framed in broken cabinets.

Accessorize with an extra brother or sister from the 'Sibling Rivalry Range'.

Provocation! Your Honour
A creme de passion, pray

I made up a few of my own: Nosebleed, Menopausal Massacre.

jet-black, coal-black, pitch black with sea-green eyes

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