John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Hunchback's Fantasy - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I'm just a tramp who sits and begs,
Couldn't help but notice your shapely legs,
Then when I looked up into your face
The thoughts that came - Oh, what a disgrace!
No, I'm no handsome king or prince
With a silver tongue that could convince
You even to spare a thought for me
As I sit here in my poverty;
Nothing I say could prove my worth,
I'm just a vagrant man of earth,
Your face might launch a thousand ships
But I'll dream of the jewel between your hips!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 19, 2010


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