Trophy
You are my trophy
Impossible to keep
you
Sitting on a shelf
Tom Jones' trophy
wall
It's not
impossible he
Collected knickers
The blessing of
gods
An impossible
trophy
For scoundrels and
thieves
Fine
Fine lines from my
pen
Curl themselves
into letters
Words for my haiku
Nothing be finer
Than loving Carolina
Than loving Carolina
Early one morning
A Fine Arts degree
Sounds so much
more important
Than one in
science
Angel
The angel of death
Not exactly best
of jobs
But someone has to
She was beautiful
With such an
angelic smile
Nasty piece of
work
In Satan's
workshop
The angel grinder
starts up
All the tools
screaming
Pressure
Pressure to
succeed
Goes against human
nature
Fount of human
ills
Low pressure
weather
Cyclone over the
east coast
Gale force winds
and rain
Blood pressure
rising
It's not really
surprising
Certainly Can Can
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