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Fool Me Once

Wow me; mister have I kept save my fortune in the itchy palms of a trickster? who lives away in Neptune? Oh - such a tender talent, so sweet He'd bath his promises in sugar so that I fell for his tingling tweet and then stick at me his venomous tongue of a cobra Ah. I made a common thriftman become a huge success whilst I made me, the opposite man What is this terrible sense? I see the fool he's made of me I wonder what beginning is there at this end 21/08/2018 Sponsors name: Brenda chiri

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/19/2024 5:31:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/23/2018 12:59:00 AM

Welcome to Poetry Soup. An amazing start for you. I am going to look up "thriftman" right now, as it is a new word for me. A nice sonnet. Good luck in the contest.