Troubled Experience
Why oh why, I have afflictions
regarding ever more increasing problems in
my indigenous language, a stigma of
diction and spelling, also grammar incomprehension.
Never once could I seem able
to use correct adjectives, to embroider
to enlighten. So one gave English
the elbow, to entrap to ogle
the anatomy, belonging only to one’s
natural opposites, girls, innovative girls amorously.
This orchestration that organised female intrigue
wetted a growing appetite, for use
with one’s never ending troubled experience!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2013
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