A Nasal Quorum
You prowl and sniff the air around your pack, With outsized ears you wear just like a crown Atop a cloak of matted, mottled brown;
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
You prowl and sniff the air around your pack, With outsized ears you wear just like a crown Atop a cloak of matted, mottled brown;
When sat watching a movie, Do you ever find You eat so much less popcorn When friends are left behind? When eating at a bistro