My family always inwardly groans when I get into these things, as it means they’ll be receiving another book of poetry for Christmas. Mum said I’d have a better chance of getting published if I don’t use swearwords, however this particular poem flies in the face of that advice.
Above you’ll see this year’s beautiful edition modelled by my cat, Uli. Poetry brings in just enough money to buy cat food (the cheap kind) so she at least is happy for me to pursue my art.
Want to buy it? Go to Glebebooks. (Or ask me, I get a discount lol).