Some poems
seem to
crack
like
walnuts,
messily;
it takes an
age
to pick the
kernel out.
Others call
for a jemmy
to prise
them open,
and have to
be attacked
from every
side.
The ones I
like are
those
that shell
like peas.
You run your
thumb along,
and out they
pop.
- David
Morphet 2003