AWAY
A sharp and fancy jackknife jewel
She perches prim upon her stool
With leggings crossed she plays it cool
As all the boys confused with pain
Refreshed by her sweet dazzling rain
Keep circling circles round in vain
Not really knowing what they want
In jest and swagger nonchalant
While she with lonely-hearted flaunt
Just wishes one would stop and stay
And scoop her up in love's display
And walk her out the door—away.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org
Monorhyme
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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