Night’s curtain lifts cautiously afraid of the scene that awaits The trill of the pigeon’s Sabbath chorale Will prove insufficient means to placate A disappointed deity Who is soundly being ignored By those congregating here yesterday as the pubs and the clubs closed their doors. The females in tiny clothing, the men with the strutContinue reading “Sunday Service”
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Poetry for Dullards 