Timorous & Amorous
She was timorous,
and I was amorous,
she was this and more,
and I was dead sure,
I do not know how I got fixated,
because I have seldom done,
she was perhaps that breed,
so rare,
that you do really care,
all was fine,
and I had begun to pine,
then all went in dump,
my shoulders slumped,
eyes drooped,
and nostrils scooped,
that the trader,
quoted such fare,
for that high bred mare,
that I fled,
away bill and tare.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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