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