Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Need the warld KEviN? after Robert Burns Comin' Thro' the Rye


Gin a poet meet a poet
Comin thro a link,
Gin a poet sweet on poet,
Need a poet think?

Gin a poet meet a poet
Comin thro the net,
Gin a poet comment poet,
Need[l]ing trophy yet?

Gin a poet finely flow it
Shedding petty coatie
Gin she show it not lone go it,
Wedding pretty goaty?

Gin the poet, any poet,
sense of humour wry,
Rye missspell and never know it,
pointed critic sigh!

Gin twinned tonic double owe it,
win gold ring, and singing show it,
liquid verse, prose dry,
need the wide world know it?

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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(23 January 2007)

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