Saturday, 7 January 2017


Sit down, sit on my lap,
let us address, this crap,
get on with it, 'chap chap'.
Here, some wipes, yap snap!
I'll be on onions, 'chop chop!'

Yeah, pretty face, pretty eyes too,
Possessing grace, that's pretty too.
Can I take a thing away from you?
That one scroll, to me you do read.
That with the Silent Lovers' Creed. 

"Silent Lovers Creed"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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