A girl’s hairclip
Found in the home
Of the lone
Bachelor, may indicate a slip
From grace.
But who can trace
How many hairclips
And slips
There have been?
Maybe even he
Can not glean,
For mementos are rare
And what man counts the hair
On a girl’s head
When they come to his bed?
I love these suggestive poems of yours, Kevin. They are clever.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you like them. Best, Kevin
Beautiful!
Thank you. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin