My CAROL asked me to write a poem for her.


Could it be your collagen lips,
Or the way you swivel your plastic hips.
With zimmer frame in hand,
I watch you shuffle through this land.

Is it the way you saunter through the door,
Or the way your boobs bounce of the floor.
Maybe its the way you sip your gin,
While trying to iron your wrinkled skin.

The way you whistle through your nose,
Or the way you bite your gangrene toes.
Your arthritic hands, your pickled face,
The way it feels when we embrace.

The love we had was never felt,
Not whilst you wear your chastity belt.
You look to me as when we met,
There's still one thing I just don't get.

The way you smile with your toothless grin,
The stubble that grows from your double chin.
Or could it be your ash blond hair;
Why do you keep your fag end's there?

Your love shines through,
With a loving glow.
That's why I still,
Love you so.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-20 at 01:43

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Love is love enspite of all that.
Ken D