When my fun is done
You put your dress on.
We chat for a while.
You make me smile.
And then are gone.
When my fun is done
You put your dress on.
We chat for a while.
You make me smile.
And then are gone.
I once met a lawyer in Crown Court
Who said, “your poem is unfinished and short …”.
Flowers in my living room
Now in full bloom,
Will be gone soon.
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I spent a long time yesterday attempting to compose this poem, and ended up throwing away several drafts. Part of Friday evening had been spent with friends in a wine bar, which may or may not have impacted on my ability to get the above poem right.
I have always been of the view,
That one should never write an essay,
When a sentence will do!