Green the eyes that saw her lover
accidentally eye another,
Full her notebook, green the cover,
every look and twitch recorded.
Green the car she drove to tail him
(just in case his vows should fail him),
Green the phone on which she’d mail him
honey traps, bizarrely sordid.
Green the tracker on his jockeys,
green the sound-bugs in his sockies,
listening out for tonsil-hockey,
Green the camera-drone she ordered...
Now green the tent where he lies low...
Far away from Psycho Jo.
17 Mar 19
For Green Humour Contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2019
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