Illustration © Nick Butterworth
Kevin was the coolest cat. The coolest in the group...
Kevin was the coolest cat.
The coolest in the group
of existential poets
with a taste for chicken soup.
He pondered on philosophies
of who am I and why?
He pondered till his head hurt
and he began to cry.
His poet friends all rallied round,
they cooked his favourite soup.
Kev choked upon a chicken bone
and exited the group.
More poems by Em Lynas
The coolest in the group
of existential poets
with a taste for chicken soup.
He pondered on philosophies
of who am I and why?
He pondered till his head hurt
and he began to cry.
His poet friends all rallied round,
they cooked his favourite soup.
Kev choked upon a chicken bone
and exited the group.
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