Fowl play!A Poem by andrew mitchell
It was more
than just fowl play when the chicken crossed the road, erotic was the feather, kinky was the whole bird! Then I saw the feather in his cap and not a crumb of stuffing on his coat lapels just a grin of contentment. The sly fox! © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on May 7, 2017 Last Updated on May 7, 2017 Author
andrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |
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