Saturday, 2 May 2009

Five Bad Pentameters

Sybarite, guiltlessly I idly loll,
Enduring insectile sun-prickings myriad,
And later, preening like a cockerel
With all my merry brood of butter-tangles
The loon delight of Ciren's handsome daughters.

1 comment:

Hannah said...

butter-tangles! love it :0)