GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Dead Poems


Poets retreat, just what the hell is that,
Where known Poets go and teach, what?

How to lay out words and other artifacts,
But I can't quite get my head around that...

In fact my head goes around just thinking
about it,

besides you need thousands of pounds,
And poets they usually have plenty
of cash just lying around,

So Forget those disembodied one's who's
bones are lying scattered all over Poem-Hunter,

Yes something for all you enthusiasts
and old crones to dig up later,

The beautiful beautiful beautiful dead poems!

Submitted: Monday, May 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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