Neither Loud Nor Proud
You can’t hold your breath and say see you later
So as they got out they stayed silent
When I let one loose in the elevator
And it was both silent and violent
The chocolates are melting, the flowers are wilting
From my trouser pockets there’s steam
And that’s why I prayed that the lady who’d stayed
Was always that odd shade of green
1 August 2021
Contest: When I Let One Loose In The Elevator
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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