These WordsA Poem by NevilleTHESE WORDS I would never be
contented If these words were
bound in leather And only ever
exercised By potential
debutantes Both before and after
saunas In great halls of
etiquette somewhere Likewise I could never be
contented If these words were
never spoken But only ever
utilised To prop open boudoir
doors Or to legitimise the
w****s Beneath an ancient
quilt somewhere © 2015 NevilleFeatured Review
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