Left Her Hanging
LEFT HER HANGING
Her beehive hairstyle flattened, and all in tatters
Make up strewn across her face, such a disgrace
Her blouse open with her tights all full of ladders
Long gone was that icky happy smile on her face
Pungent breath; that had you knocked sideways
Her language was gross, and was beyond a joke
I sure had enough, she's not my one and always
Walked away I left her hanging on the lamp post
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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