Perfume of Pauline
Pauline’s perfume personified poise and passion, a sliver.
In the quay of life, it was quaint, but it made one quiver.
Parading through life enticing quite a few quails,
Querying within but most suitors attempts were fails.
Pauline had the upper hand for sure, in every kind of way.
Her quiet, soft, personae was sedate almost every day.
Pauline’s platinum personality put us all in a quandary.
Did we pay penance, genuflect or just admire her that way?
I was not sure, so I stayed in my corner, under lock and key.
For this amorous scent would have been the quick undoing of me!
Poetry Contest: Mind Your P's and Q's
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Written 2/28/2021
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