Performance Poetry

Is it cool to review yourself?  Probably not…

Performance Poetry

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Mad gladiator

Tossing herself to lions

Armed with only wit

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Disinhibited

“Titties” brought out for the lads

In verbal foreplay

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Lyrical satire

Like pencils sharped for pricking

Holes in lead balloons

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From naughty corner

More by wine amused than rhyme

A shadow giggles

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The tumbleweed blows

Words settle on silent ground

With one hand clapping

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The poet’s cloak hides

Shoulders warm and broad enough

To quiver with mirth

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by Gail

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