Poetry

Robert Handicott: Two Poems

Odds On Marriage for love at my age seems highly improbable. There are two sides of the coin. You can’t make somebody love you. You can’t pretend to love someone you don’t. Mind you, my old Probability teacher told us there were odds a tossed coin could stand up on its edge Or never come down … Robert Handicott     Prunes for Dessert in Boarding Behind the plates the illegal ammunition Stockpiles till the perceived advantage comes. O then, the delicious, dining-hall confusion: The salvoes of your pips, sweet mummies of plums! Robert Handicott  

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