The Playing Ground

The better butter is bitter,
Does your heart churn for me too?
I hide but you do not seek.
Am I on the shelf,
Locked up in the gloom of this room.
Play for keeps, play for castles,
Play for strongholds too.
Play for fun, play is fun,
Play my little game.
Let me play with you,
Until it is time for tea.
Do you like it strong,
Do you like it sweet,
Do you like it hot,
Be quick now, mother calls.
This is the teatime of my soul.
Time to put your toys away.
Holidays are over.
Time to get down.
Buckle under.
Socks on,
Hands off...
She’s mine!
Honey bee my honey sweet honey bee,
Bee mine,
Now and ever.
Sweet tongue.
Crystal Tips.
Sugar lips.
Lips that flip my head,
And skip my heart.

Mudcrow
1999.



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