Touch Not-
Touch Not…
Love was blooming, wedding.
“Touch not my hair,” said the groom.
‘Twas said because he was balding.
Toupee flew off in wind… Zoom!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 18, 2010
Poetic form: Chastushka
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