Not In A Sapphic Way
The poem was inspired by a weird dream.
I love my friend, but not in a sapphic way
An aquitence said we should marry
It would never work cause we're not gay
It's just so his right hand has something to do
If one more night of celebacy gives him a freight,
He should brush up on his encyclopedia
I don't why he won't just hire a lady for the night
But he's too busy whinging through and through
Why is everyone bursting into song?
It makes me shiver thinking how cold they must be
wearing only a thin jacket and a thong
What's the protest of the day?
There's the ex-prime minister in his shorts,
Walking through a Queenless Country
Sadly, as I open my eyes and collect my thoughts
This last stanza is not a dream.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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