Written by Monkey Woods

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Friday, 23 September 2016

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Here's a poem I writ when I was a bit fed up.

I feel like a bird
Moved to fly, or to try
So high, in the sky
(Or to die)
And to detect a big, fat juicy worm
With my beady eye

I feel like a bird
Special thing, on the wing
For a fling, I would sing
Like Evelyn Champagne King
That incomparable sexy soul diva

I feel like a bird
And, in truth, a bit grim
Hardly trim, a bit slim
Pissed off, to the brim
Could hang me-sen, on a whim
Proper and prim

Thank you and goodnight

Woods 2016

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