The Egghead: Cantos VI-XI

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The Egghead: Cantos VI-XI

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

VI

“You duped me good,” said the lass,
“Feigning you were short on gas.
Nothing in your manner said
You on tears of terror fed;
Quite the contra was your tack,
Mild and meekly miened in fact,
Approaching me as a chap
Of weak will, perhaps a sap
Who let others walk o…