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Horn. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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So She Was Late
Would it be best to be in a saddle
When you want to be loading cattle
Or only a baby who likes to rattle;
Maybe a soldier fighting a big battle.
No! She is one who never will astound
And wouldn't like to have to have around;
Can you image her when she was crowned?
She was only found while wearing a frown.
Played baseball and did not want to wait,
But she slide and still missed home plate
And was thrown out for having been late;
Having one more child would be great.