Felix Dennis

Felix Dennis, Poet, Publisher and Tree Planter

After The Tiff

My dear, you appear to sport
A particle on your lip,
(A scrap of ventricle) hung skew-whiff,
Which accidentaly caught
When little white teeth did rip
My heart to shreds.  Come, let’s forget the tiff—
Beg pardon and relief,
Now here’s my handkerchief.

Mandalay, Mustique March 3, 2006

Poem Published in the following books: Island of Dreams  

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