gormless: that’s me,
pan-fried sunny side up, perplexed,
buzzy as eating coffee coffee buzzbuzz
b&j’s straight out of the carton, a whole pint
smudgy as fudge-swirled harmony
caressing my spinster tastebuds,
perpetuating so many stereotypes
you could swot one doing its
mating dance on the sticky icky giggle twig
it never fails to fail
to arouse Herr Doctor- no way!
why won’t we take one either way?
it’s not for lack of a tiny waist-
it’s a radical’s deference- gormless.