Comments Inbox
| |
About This Poem
My Reply to you Is This
How dare you creep about each day and night
And prey upon the weak to give them fright
Your grip so firm, clinging to the breast
It’s time you took your leave to give them rest
While having strength to pray to up above
Your evil cannot cloak or feign true love
Your tasteless mischief gives you pure delight
Yet still in sleep her soul will wake and fight
Your smile belies you stealing like a thief
Corrupting souls who spend their time in grief
Your tasteless life denies you any pride
Be off with you while I cajole my bride
© 28/8/2012
|
|
|