A hard, black cricket
Inspects you.


Epitaph

Courage is a sword,
Honour, but a shield...
Here lies a turtle.


A Sixpence

OBVERSE

If I loved you,
You would rear
Eight healthy children
To our love,
(Forgetting me)
And be happy.

REVERSE

But I do not love you,
So you will write
Eight hundred poems
To our love,
(Forgetting me)
And be happy!