Two songs

The linnet sings a melody
I carry in my soul.
I hear it every moment
— it is sweet, and good, and old.

My sweetheart shrieks for forty weeks
her voice sets fire to air.
She’s flashing viper fangs at me
and tearing at her hair.

She’s calling me a lummox,
and a suppurating turd.
She should have married Roget,
— such a way with words!

‘I’m leaving and I won’t be back,
you spineless jackeroo!
I’m… are you listening?’
— ‘Yes, but not to you.’


 

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