Petri-Dish Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Petri-Dish



Your love is like salad in a salad Petri-dish,
But, bounded in the myth of paradise! !
However, the pivoting labour of your muse acts like flaccid breasts;
And, tomorrow is the opening of your hot meal to the masses,
For, you are very much noted in this village.

Monday, November 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

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