There’s no such thing as The Poetry Society
ARCHIVE. Issue 2, January 1995.
(A conservative view of the literary arts)
THE POET SAYS your eyes are two limpid pools,
I think they’re more like puddles.
Th poet says your kisses taste like fine wine,
I think they’re more like Ruddles.
He thinks he’s a hopeless romantic,
I just think he’s hopeless.
He thinks he’s a visionary,
I think he’s just out of [...]

