'a Wine Smell'
Wafts greeted me at the door already
Dreaded going inside, not knowing
If a clash between right and wrong
Was on the schedule again
It’s become a routine
His manners replaced,
Like his cologne
Surpass by
A wine
Smell
Wilma Neels
In honour of Madam Oink :)
Contest: Anagrammatically Speaking
5th Place
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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