Emily Dickinson Book

1

Because I could not stop for Cops
They kindly Stopped for Me
The Roadblocks covered all three lanes
Perfect Symmetry

2


A narrow Fellow - in the grass
With one eyed - snake - and smile
You may have met him - did you not
The local - paedo - phile

3


I heard a Boy-Band - when I died
The Radio - was on
And rushing so - to switch it Off
And catching - my left Thumb

And dancing round in - Painful Jig
And - tripping on a clod
Such - Banal invitation - to
The Vestibule of God

4


Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in my Bowl
And pecks up all my Cereal
Until it's drowned in milk

5


When the Landlord turned - the drunken Bee
Out of - the Foxglove's door,
They arrested him - for being "twee"
And broke his - fingers four