Not what you asked for


In school I was told
to write this, that and that.
This, this, not that!
There's this and there's that.
Not this. Not that.
And definitely not that!

Prose, it was said.
Allusion, euphemism perhaps.
Fine imagery! Entendre!
Study Günter Grass!

Why? I asked. Why must I do as you say?
In life, you follow steps, you precocious little brat.
Well, Ms Complicit, then here's my denouement:
Why don't you take this, and shove it up that?

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