To the Fluffykins of this World

Don’t trust him!

Never trust him!

Never give him a chance!

He will elope. . .

Give him what he wants:

This little game of yours.

Give him that about virginity:

I’m waiting for the right man (read: Prince Charming)

Chain him in roses and silly cards

But never let him discover the iron ones

They are manifest

Solid steel.

Make funny noises and little squeaks

Make a world of marshmallows and sugar

All soft pink, light yellow and white,

Peach-colour and frills.

But keep a sledgehammer close:

If he ever wakes up, be quick!

Bang his head —

What does it matter to you

If he’s dead?

 

From London Verses

 

 

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© HMH, 2014

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