The Crassness Of Banshees Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Crassness Of Banshees
Generally,
I’ve been flirting with
The crassness of
Banshees,
And it doesn’t hurt to
Eat fruit from
The occasional crab tree;
But she doesn’t
Wan to do it all year,
Just once or twice on
Sundays,
Hung over, venal holidays,
Away from her holy
Father’s spirit store,
Once or twice all year.
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