Thursday, March 3, 2011


John, from A View from Behind the Curtain, writes a poem about streaks today.  Naughty man that I am, I couldn't help but think of "streaking."  Here is my offering on the matter.

The suddenly nude man
Galloped across the turf
Like a wee, tiny horse.

That poets wrote poems
Besmirching his manhood
Goes without saying, of course.

1 comment:

John said...

I had considered words along that train of thought but restrained myself. Thanks for the notice, nice poem