I was taking a stroll in Primrose Hill last night and inspiration struck me for my first TV poem. Here it is. (Hope you like it! x)
Ode to Thommo
Oh thommo, oh thommo
You are so dark and brooding
like a sexier version of Gordon
with hands like iron rods
they touch my bosoms gently
I hold your head in mine
and stroke your ginger beard with envy
We run in fields of plenty
and laugh, and laugh, and laugh...
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