The prussic laurel well adorns that brow,

That poisonous-poetic, promulgates.

A hedgerow evergreen, all overglossed

That glosses over inner, darker states.

Like too, her underneath – a tangled mass

Intense, en-tented, cloaked in odd address

Our sometime-poet chews uncareful words

That dead-lily her weirdness-milk express.

Long might she reign; quaint, queer and querulous,

Ex altered-ego: blousy balderdash.

Her random words a global blunderbuss;

Gainsay not brooked from this poor dangling splash.

Oh wad some power the blessed giftie gie

Come Domesday, Duffy’s Nemesis is me.