He Understands Him Well. & V.V.

Poem By Douglas Scotney

The lord he's found of no matter.
To the lord he don't mean two hoots.
With both out of time together,
They'll have more in common than ever;
But call it cahoots?
No way. Never.

Comments about He Understands Him Well. & V.V.

Great succinct play on words and concise language.
Like it, short but said all in those lines. A great poem.


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