Plaster nightlight moon
wanes.
Waxes Freudian from the
socket, sessions, he calls his taunts. Well, Oedipus, liked to see mom in her knickers?
“No, never!” The old in out with mum?
“I’m warning you, not tonight.” Tittie troubles nursing?
I try to ignore him. Problems with your toilet training? An anal fixation? I’ve seen moons unlike me on your computer screen. Now, which pucker do you prefer kissing?
“Enough!” I’m off to the shed for my hammer.
I’ll wax him!
A Pi poem, as described by Bianca, builds in words that follow the digits of pi. Pi = 3.141592653589793, so the first line of the poem contains 3 words, the second line has 1 word, the third has 4, etc.
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