Don’t trust him!
Never trust him!
Never give him a chance!
He will elope. . .
Give him what he wants:
This little game of yours.
Give him that about virginity:
I’m waiting for the right man (read: Prince Charming)
Chain him in roses and silly cards
But never let him discover the iron ones
They are manifest
Solid steel.
Make funny noises and little squeaks
Make a world of marshmallows and sugar
All soft pink, light yellow and white,
Peach-colour and frills.
But keep a sledgehammer close:
If he ever wakes up, be quick!
Bang his head —
What does it matter to you
If he’s dead?
From London Verses
© HMH, 2014
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