Stingray! Not content with jaw,
With attack/bite. No! Through just a pore
You thrill the groper’s bulk. A little point
Ignites the bang that knocks him out of joint.
The toxin spreads its flame…

Ink forms Bukharin’s name.

Oh you nerveless flat fish,
You shape-of-smile fanatic, how we wish!
How we wish for something stingray has…

For what the despot was!



About mosomoso

Growing moso bamboo on the mid-coast of NSW, Australia.
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