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Coddle Me Not
Mister Vacuum
Coddle me not, ye yelping hounds of alabaster!
Your foamy muzzles' bubbliness
recalls the protean planetary consommé, oft stirred
but never shaken.
Hide well those welt-encrusted
cracks before advancing dawn's
remedial porsine lips betray
their exhalative gargle.
And, whilst o'er the brindly boxtop ruckus the elfin potters pray, fludge heepily
thy trouser not in florid
spatula's scintillacious swipe.
Mop well, my friend, thy flutey mucoid stain.
Mister Vacuum has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mister's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mister's latest works: