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T'was Night
Richard James, Bitch
T'was night.
The lady in red
was soon in red no more
instead,
naked
and so aroused was I
like a chorus of dark, raining babies
plummeting towards a ground of soft pillows and
teats
enlarged with milk, that my all too eager milk
burst forth, uninvited, into an annoyed curtain of cotton underclothing
she clothed, and left.
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: