Indecision
INDECISION
He fell in love when he met her
In nineteen eighty seven
But didn’t get round to telling her
Till June of twenty-eleven
He’d drunk some double whiskeys,
Followed up with gin,
Then turned up on her doorstep,
Begging to be let in.
He told her how he loved her,
He got down on one knee.
She told him he’d left it too long
For she’d wed in ninety-three.
8th June 2021
Lipogram contest - No A
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2021
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