A Compliment
The cat drug me in from who knows where.
I look like a ball of knotted hair.
You compliment, and then stop to stare
at who? What? Here? There?
Is see maidens around much more fair.
Your taste in beauty is au contraire.
You must like the unsightly, the rare.
Thank you for your sympathy and care.
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013
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