Fashionable Geno

She wore a new dress
There were numerals on a tag
To an old address
Like international in the bag

She left the room
Just as she found it
Neat as a tomb
No way around it
You may presume
She was the bomb

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-18 at 02:00

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Chaucer.