Fame Poem by james watkin

Fame



Through that window, strains papa's
Efforts to shut again
Would you, in a bug-eyed pest
This nasty breed let in?
O'ersized besides, for habit
Of circling annoyance;
A ghoulish end, to live off
Comes savouring its chance.

Sunday, April 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fame
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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