On Being a Nursery Rhyme Character in the Twenty-First Century

Why wouldn't she wiggle her ass
As she passed me, and look back
And laugh, and why didn't I go,
As I knew right away I'd become
Simple Simon? I never would sample
Her wares. If I'd have been Tom, Tom,
The piper's brash son, I'd have
Snatched what I wanted from what
She had shown, but, now, those types
Aren't beaten. They're packed off
To jail. Knowing that, I did finally
Go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-05 at 20:24

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