Friday 12 January 2018

Butters

Butters 

The silent gesture
That two fingered one 
Silent as captured in a Picture
Not dissimilar to our Bengal Tiger

Growl and Grapple, nearly all claws
Not subtle and smooth
But obscene and crude
But it gets its points across 

All the same. 
Without the noise of a foolish tale 
Without the heart of an English man
Whose deference an age ago has passed

And now he winks and grins 
And subtly uses it here and there
As if it were a vernacular 

Gone all native 
With those expletives 

And even now 
He simply says 
“butters”

By Which he doesn’t mean 

That which slips gently within. 

(C) Shafeesthoughts Jan 12th 2018
Having Some Fun 😂

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