Catfish skies and cats’ tails
Make tall ships carry short sails
Myths and scorns thrive fat
When humour dies in a hat
Love that is direly lost
Money can’t count the cost
Smile with taste of lime
Bring distaste and slime
Hurry, hurry, eat thy words
Lest unsheathe we our swords
Conclude without being rude
With poetic licence so good


About williwash

A writer, a human rights activist, an adventurer and a poet.
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