Inbred descendant of ooze primordial
Tar coloured
Shit flavoured
Too thick cordial
Unwillingly lifted and taken inside
Kidnapped by high society stride
As over the threshold my captor trots
He will be welcomed
I will not
Layered uneven across the floor
From the foot of his chair
To the mat by the door
Like breakfast condiment spread left to right
I'm never Nutella
Always Marmite
Guest cause commotion with a glass slipper
Closer to me
Sisters whisper
"If foot size secures posisition as wife,
Foot size we'll alter with help from the knife"
Thus mixed into my body
Inedible broth
Fall five toes and a heel
Recently cut off
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Attempts At Poetry
PoetryHere is a collection of my poems. I hadn't written poetry until I started university. It came up as part of our craft of writing module so I was thrown into it. I'm pleased with some of the results, but do not consider myself a poet by any means. Th...
