She pulled it out,
pain is emotion
rigid and stout
full of devotion.
It violated
all balls of fire
emaciated
he ruled the shire.
It was midwinter
the kettle on
pulled out the splinter
the thought had gone.
Ah yes, the master of double entendre! Funny poem. Raynette
I didn't actually read into this what I'm seeing Lawrence did but I thought it was a really good poem Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this 'piece' Herbert! Some 'Splinters' can be quite painful. Especially, if one has been 'splintered' for the first time. LOL...you are such a 'visionary'.