Poem of the Week

I

The plowboy was something his something as I nibbled the lobe

of her right ear and something her blouse

for the Empire-blotchy globe

of her left breast on which there something a something louse.

II

Those something lice like something seed pearls

and her collar something with dandruff

as when Queen Elizabeth entertained the Earls

in her something something ruff.

III

I might have something the something groan

of the something plowboy who would with such something urge

the something horses, a something and a roan,

had it not been for the something splurge

of something like the hare

which even now managed to something itself from the something

                                                  plowshare.