Tuesday 9 February 2016

a ninety first new poem ... 'wimbledon semi'

Henman’s confidence was
Like eggshells and his toothy
Beak might as well have been
Squawking the word: ‘FEAR’.
He prayed on the eve of
Every Wimbledon semi
For bird flu so that his chicken
Feet , tennis wings and
Goose-pimpled skin sack o'bones wouldn’t
Have to come out from
Under the eiderdown, where
He was laid up
All fluffy with nerves.

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