Light Without Meat
The little dog waits for his master to come, His belly is empty, his palette is numb. Oh, when will there be some food in
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
The little dog waits for his master to come, His belly is empty, his palette is numb. Oh, when will there be some food in
The cat woke up; all around him was black, His paws and his head really smarted. He felt on the verge of a panic attack,