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In a Bungalow Beside the Sea

george-moulos:



Half a foot below Orion’s Belt

Is where you’ll find true love,

In a bungalow beside the sea,

A pink kiwi, peach skin;

Ripe, juice-filled flesh ready for

The mouth, you pucker your lips

And give it a kiss

While a guarded sun beats

Half a metre above.

Ah! Caravan in the background…

The true true love is a meter above,

But you forget that when you’re

Hungry.