What I'd like to do, though strictly forebode
Is to run off now to the summer abode
Where time and weather fall to still
Instructions become, "Do an thy will"
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Showing posts with label #short. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Thoughts
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Cynical
Cynical
I think you think me a cynic
That I haven’t found the right
man
But I’m not that much of a finick
He’s tall and handsome and tan
He’ll jolly but acquainted with
fate
He’s eyes are grey, brown and
blue
His hair is curly and straight
He’s skinny and fat and short
too!
You can say I’m quite insane
It doesn’t matter to me
For when I met my twinflame
He looked anywhere but at me
So if, to you, I seem selfish
When you talk of fish in the sea
Remember that I HATE shellfish
And the mercury is poisoning me
#cynic, #rightman, #finick,
#tall, #handsome, #tan, #jolly, #fate, #grey, #brown, #blue, #curly, #straight,
#skinny, #fat, #short, #insane, #matter, #twinflame, #selfish, #fish, #sea,
#shellfish,#mercury, #poisoning, #poem, #Poetry
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