Hey Pippi Longstockings
I could hang my coat on that nose
With those stories
I won’t ask where those golden bars
Of yours came from
Or when the old monkey of yours
Last showered
24/07/2025poems/pippi
Pippi
Hey Pippi Longstockings
I could hang my coat on that nose
With those stories
I won’t ask where those golden bars
Of yours came from
Or when the old monkey of yours
Last showered
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
