Cunt Poems in Honour of the Monosyllable

No Results Returned for Cunt

​by Gill Lambert ​
@wendyonafriday

​‘Sorry, there were no results returned for “cunt” 
– please check your spelling, or try something less specific.’
Okay, let’s have an arse, and a massive pair of sagging balls,
if the owner of such could be looking at the artist, 
much the better. That’s right; give us your best ‘up yours’ face,
I’ve already caused offence once today, may as well ‘ keep it up’,
(oops, there I go again.) I’m all for adapting but I’d rather not 
have to change to satisfy the minority. Especially when 
that section of my audience laughed at blacked-up twats
on seventies Saturday nights. Or likes a bit of slap n tickle 
with a young bit of stuff, but won’t make love to their wives.

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Gill Lambert is a poet and teacher from Yorkshire. She has been published in The Interpreter’s House, by Indigo Dreams, Beautiful Dragons, Paper Swans Press and Otley Word Feast Press; and on-line by The Fat Damsel, Clear Poetry, and Poetry Space. She won the 2016 Ilkley Literature Festival Open mic competition, runs the “Shaken in Sheeptown” event in Skipton, and her first solo pamphlet will be published by Indigo Dreams later this year.

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