He Is My Man Poem by Naveed Akram
He Is My Man
He has been master of the house,
Whilst I maimed his body in this blouse.
He is lank-limbed as a man,
I am short and stubby as a can.
My can is like a cup which pours by itself,
With hands in the pockets of the elf
Who practices magic once again -
My father spanked me as a child at ten.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: father,house,magic
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