Haplessness
Haplessness
I was full of happiness,
But she soon burst me small balloon,
Blue sky of happenstance,
She treated me like a loon.
So I staggered off into the night,
Without too much regret,
Soon as I was outa sight,
She placed anudder bet.
Useless racehorse he was scratched,
The bookie wouldna pay,
She bet me last Sunday shirt,
But I had gone away.
Don Johnson 20-july-11
Francine Roberts Contest Name happiness is a balloon
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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