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“Leaches Ten Tall by Stewart Stafford Don't play this game with me, Predatory whelk of tide pools, Taint me as Rigoletto to a bawd, Floundering florist to my bee. Devotion twisted to a changeling, Now a jealous twin in the shadows, From dancing partner to judge; Delicate consensus to harshest critic. Slice of cold shoulder sandwich, Sup the chalice of icy comfort, Not snowfall on Christmas morn, Oaken boards trodden in a manger. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Leaches Ten Tall by Stewart Stafford
Don't play this game with me,
Predatory whelk of tide pools,
Taint me as Rigoletto to a bawd,
Floundering florist to my bee.
Devotion twisted to a changeling,
Now a jealous twin in the shadows,
From dancing partner to judge;
Delicate consensus to harshest critic.
Slice of cold shoulder sandwich,
Sup the chalice of icy comfort,
Not snowfall on Christmas morn,
Oaken boards trodden in a manger.
© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.