February Poem 8/28
Pterodactyl Psalms
I'm down on the replay, I'm covered with pitch
No need for matches when nails will do in a stitch
But the ref calls foul ball; only now i recall
I'm a spell that was spinning for an undeserved witch
You are my paper, my piper, my prime
I'll give you my pens, my place, my pride
Mighty pox plays with the rooster or rat
The dullest boy oft tends to travel with packs.
Actionless evils are still praising help
Toynbee plaques reason to the self
So try a sort of reversal and then you can see
By subbing in silence whenever there's a P
Oblique Strategy of the day: Simple Subtraction