Writing to the moment

A rose adorns my writing desk,
it’s grinning up at me.
It says ‘What you writing?
Go on, lemme see!’

‘Is it something filthy,
like you usually produce,
or something really arty,
à la Marcel Proust?’

‘Oh, now I see your little game,
you’re oh-so literesque!
It’s a pome that opens
with a rose and writing desk.’’


 

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