Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,968 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Come Now Marilyn, Let Us Not Split Hairs - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your birth, wasn't it a doorway
A passage into death's kingdom
Didn't you sit head of its throne?
Making light work of it, atom!

About to explode, split in two,
Come now Marilyn, let us not split hairs
Metaphorically or other
We all have to expend our wares.

Find out our value, good or evil
Bank it for triple interest.
Hope its tender doesn't annul
A brides interest that one who is blondest.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016

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