So, okay, this is another teeny horror/dark humor poem I read at the Bloomington Writers Guild’s “Last Sunday Poetry” last week (cf. September 24), but this being the afternoon of October’s “First Sunday Prose” (more on which later this p.m. or [image error]Monday morning), why not? Actually it came up while perusing “Bloodizabeth’s Meat & Greet Dinner Party” on SLASHERMONSTER.COM and seeing one comment mentioning The Beatlles and “I Am the Walrus.” So having this variant, as it were, in the quiver, why not shoot it into the “Comments” section as a comment upon the comment? (And thus here, as an “extra,” for you.)
I AM A WALRUS
I have a walrus mustache,
& am hot for mermaids
Published on October 01, 2017 10:13