There Once Was a Poet from Brooklone*

by Claire King

THERE once was a poet from Brooklone
who used on me such words as soupçon
        and when he asked whither
        my pussy did quiver
I came crashing down on his milkbone.

*Honorable mention, asinine poetry literary contest, spring 2002

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