Mess of Tress In An Upside Down World
A girl and a boy walking in front,
(In my college one day, I saw)
she had such long shiny hair -
smooth silken threads of black -
he wore it cropped short;
Wishing that girl's
hair were mine,
I turned
green.
I crossed them and cast a backward glance.
No wonder my face turned beet red,
(glad my eyes did not fall out)
The one with the tresses
was a moustached guy,
and the one with
the boy cut
was the
girl !!!
03/11/17
Nonet x 2
[Based on a true experience]
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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