Backfire
I bought a bracelet as a gift
But first I slipped it on my wrist
Where my intentions took a shift –
For really, how could I resist?
It looked quite perfect sitting there;
I couldn’t help but crack a smile
And though it was without compare,
A fool could tell it was my style.
My friend will think it’s rather great.
She’ll love its sleek and cool design
But for her gift, she’ll have to wait
For this one simply must be mine!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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