Heather Miller Poet Rhyme

Purse Rifler

Stumble, fumble, ponder, worry,
From under a thumb a Rifler did scurry.
Cold night as it was,
And only one purple slipper, 
The Rifler ventured
Met a West London clipper.
Vivid and boisterous,
So brilliant this sight.
And wise beyond years 
To the Rifler's delight.
So moved he had left her.
And after years of malarky,
She knew what to do now.
If she could just find her car key!

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Heather Miller November 6, 2008 at 12:05 PM lol... i wrote this a long time ago. By clipper i meant a ship...which was in reference to a person. By rifler I meant , one who keeps looking. It too was in reference to a person. Reading it now it is very clear this poem is hard to understand. But it meant something to me. ~H.

Jai Garg November 6, 2008 at 1:55 AM Sorry I do not know what you write about. By clipper do you mean a ship cutting device or a bird. Rifler could mean who keeps looking. It would help if the concept behind the write can be given. Thanks.