Fair Warning.
Methinks thou art a lying knave.
To thy desires nought but a slave.
Prepared to grovel if needs must
to satisfy thy endless lust.
Philandering thy favourite game
pursuing any maid or dame..
Thou treateth women with contempt
With honeyed words thou dost attempt.
Seduction as is thy wont.
Now listen well to what I want.
I want thee far away from here.
If thou should choose to linger near.
Then surely I will run you through
As any decent man would do.
Sunday,11 July 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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