Teapots
And
Tragedies
And magazines and mand-
Olins and time passing slow
And fast again as a grain of sand
Slipping through the fingers
Of a withered hand.
And
Louise
Was
A young girl of eighteen
Whose hair changed colour often
And was most lately green
Having tried most hard
To her impulses appease.
Asymmetrical
Yet
Untidy;
Her personality fit her hair
Whilst she wrote her novel
In a darkened room with flair
And her only chronic addiction
Was to the internet.
Read
On
My friend!
For you may find
Here a few things
That may bind
Yourself to Louise
Stay if you please –
She’ll be sad if you’re gone!
l.s.
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