Mince No Words: Seventh Battle Stations

Posted by ractrose on 17 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Battle Stations         Mince No Words   Business is to be got to…Trout, though he’d offered pretext Possesses so little of personal quality While a monocled eye, unsuffering of fools, peers so expectant The host shrugs away his first, introductory amblings Though ahead he forages as much as […]