El peor poema del mundo

El peor poema del mundo

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool’s mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings
Greenbridge
Essex

Deja una respuesta

Tu dirección de correo electrónico no será publicada.


*