Saturday, July 05, 2008

Helen's Butterfly Dance

The Prime Minister, performing perfunctorily
passed through my class.
Short.
Softly spoken.
Closeted by her henchman,
Glazed with indifference,
Pausing to ask a question,
Verging on the rhetorical,
Interest ephemeral.

Perhaps she caught my cold.

1 Comments:

Anonymous TWMWK said...

very good stuff weta, we dig you too!

TWMWK

Saturday, October 24, 2009 5:18:00 PM  

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