No! No! Not more poetry, I beg of you!

He often pulled such merry faces,

Transfixing folks in public places

Or drowning puppies in the bath - 

But then, he was a psychopath. 

Tim, what a horrible poem, I hear you cry! How can we hear less of it?

(By coming to my poetry feature at the Dan O'Connell Hotel from 2 pm tomorrow, of course - it's on the corner of Canning St and Alexandra Parade in Carlton. There'll certainly be less of that poem, though not so much of others... )