With a click of heel
And a flick
Of her hair.
She passes, light as air.
As she wriggles her hips
He trips
Over each word.
He may be absurd
But an eel
Is not immortal
With a click of heel
And a flick
Of her hair.
She passes, light as air.
As she wriggles her hips
He trips
Over each word.
He may be absurd
But an eel
Is not immortal
This really made me smile, Kevin.
I’m pleased you enjoyed reading my poem, Robbie. Best wishes, Kevin