Circle Poetry II

Not as good as the other circle poetry, mostly because I tried to make it as dirty as I could (and only moderately succeeded). Taken from a page in Oryx and Crake. Because nothing says dirty poetry like Margaret Atwood.

Turkish delight suck off luminous green rabbits,
it fills him with carnivorous desires — tear it apart.
It would be a bad idea to offend the women.
Stupefied with drink,
he should have made rabbits edible —
flesh of a mango.
Words hatched first, and they’d eaten up all the words because they were hungry.

The first star appears:
Big-bum Sally.

Now close your eyes…