Short Order Love
You left a trail of herrings
Right into his den
The den of John Dory
A yellow-tail among men.
As I toddled to a window
Outside his rumpus room
I heard you chirp his name
As he bit your scarlet plume.
I want to mince you
Mash you
Stir you
And scald you.
I want to broil you
Bruise you
Chop you
And churn you.
Go away, John Dory
You salty-minded cad.
And [...]
