Poetry By Jambo Stewart

Who. Who are you?
How do you do?
Have you ever? Have you?
Tango’d with Cthulu

I. I am pure
You seem mature
Hopefully not premature
Oh disturbed literature

Touch. Touch it all
Only a little tickle
From the fourth tentacle
Almost identical

Come. Come fly with me
Taste the poison berry
Or go and chat to Boulerie
Word toomfoolery

Originally posted in Writer’s Fight Club