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Robbie Burns II


Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.

Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the vine,
your eyes show testament of your worry,
this only giving fuel to your hurry.

With shaking hand your flagon to fill,
every drop of value when paying the bill,
an embarrassing glance though not a care,
your pains deep down I feel and share.

A hasty retreat your meal well hidden,
forbearance in mind will be forbidden,
a quick shot is needed just to please,
your unsociable craving to be eased.

The Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming,
her fight with the keys the body screaming,
she just wants out and away,
so she can measure the rest of the day.

 © Harry J Horsman 
Reposted original missing

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  1. Date: 12/3/2012 12:53:00 AM

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 6:15:00 AM
    Some truth in this one..Money doesn't always buy happiness...Sara

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 12:55:00 PM
    A clear portrayal... You make Robbie proud!

  1. Date: 11/7/2012 10:01:00 AM
    Dear Harry, This is stunning! Doesn't really matter if she has a pick up instead of a jag or anything at all. 'unsociable craving to be eased' really struck me. There are so many phrases like that including 'your eyes show testament of your worry, this only giving fuel to your hurry' perfect. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 11/5/2012 3:15:00 PM
    where might part one be? Have I seen it already perhaps?

  1. Date: 11/5/2012 1:42:00 AM
    the grip o the grape, the flagon solace, a drop of the steam will do, we's sucking the wine, not much of a crime, just leave that ole flagon there blue... Of Robbie Burns II... Harry J Horsman Don Johnson

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 4:25:00 AM
    Such a well written piece, speaks to me of societies dirty little secrets. No one is immune to addiction, some can afford it better than others. Love your work

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 4:10:00 AM
    Amazing. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 10:12:00 PM
    ok, I think I get it. This seemed so familiar to me. It must be , as the title says, from one elsewhere at Soup. And I am sure I must have seen it. harry, thanks for putting up these new poems today. Love them.

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 10:12:00 PM
    also thanks for all your kind words on my oldies poems. Always appreciated!

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 9:48:00 PM
    I like this lyrical art! Harry! and thanks for compliment...jimbo

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 4:12:00 PM
    What a lush poem/and all will agree/it's a wonderful read/with a glass of chablis./ I enjoyed your poem.

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 12:11:00 PM
    Hi! my sweet friend, you do well always. It's a cream for taste. Lovely done. Always, bl

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 10:27:00 AM
    he y i love this one when did you post the original, not that it matters this is great. Just send me a flagon to ease my worry ha ha xx

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 9:43:00 AM
    Harry; I think this is beautifully written. I'm glad that you repost it again. Just one more drink is all she needs. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla