X marks the spot
where stands the boyish man,
whose supple mind reminds us of the graceful ox.
X marks the boyish man, who jumped the queue
to fall in line with the feckless one, who swears
up is down, as is the revenue trend @ X.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.