Captain Cur

Rookie - 340 Points (England)

Feral Pleasure - Poem by Captain Cur

Here I be an impish sprite
that speaks with impish speech
biting hard a lion's tail
I clamp fast with my teeth;
hear now the old lion's roar,
the tragedy in poems
while I am whipped about
in the thought lairs of his home.

In his deepest jungle breath
he growls some simple lines
seducing young gazelles
with love bones wrapped in rhyme;
then suddenly he pounces
with a skillful lover's art
enclosing the distance,
leaping chasms to their heart.

I have witnessed feral pleasure
known no greater pain
in the death grip of a lion's lust
mangling my brain.
Be wary sweet young antelope
don't stray far from the pack
starved are the grey old lions
when their heads dismount the rack.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014


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