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The Sword
Richard James, Bitch
A traveler was I, weary from the storm
Of life, and so I stepped into a bar
I drank, and soon I noticed from afar
A vision of a most exquisite form
Her hair of onyx, golden skin, so warm
And radiant; then her gaze, bright as a star
Met mine - and we agreed, across that bar
To slip into the privy of my dorm
So read'ly to her, I, my passions, gave
And hers to me; yet now, to my dismay
For when i sought an entrance to her cave
A sword of pork emerged, on full display.
Ne'er have I forgotten, nor forgave
Myself for the mistake I made that day.
Richard James, Bitch has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Richard's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Richard's latest works: