My Man Is a Big Puppet
He stands in a few distance,
His winning frame charms my eyes:
Lanky shape with flat tommy,
A broad chest seems full with brawn,
A dark spectacle that wins,
His hair style lauds his barber;
Today I have met my dream;
I will not let him slip off,
Now I will hunt my sweet one:
So I flirt and blink my eyes ,
No I have not done enough;
I wave to hunt my target,
My wave still misses his heart;
I cat walk and wind my waist,
Still my love will never yield,
I move to love of my heart;
Hello,I pat him in shoulder,
The guy falls flat on the floor,
In pain I ganash my teeth:
My man is a big puppet.
Heptameter.
26th Dec,2014.
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