Weekend
Weekend hits one bemused boy
Pushing his mind to his limits.
Night comes by, blowing the devil’s joy.
Problem is, his smile’s off-limits.
Nonetheless, such rule’s quickly dropped
While tedium hits the recycling bin.
The girl whose twirls seldom flopped.
While the helping smile’s not some sin.
Crew tinted feeble wordless white lips
The few wombled up there cherished
I’m not stunned by how one dog tips
Her voice of glitter we’ve nourished
Therefore, such sweet soul we fish,
Such strong scent t’wards some guy she’s struck
Locks thy memory of thy consort’s wish.
No need for posession, nor for some buck!!
Copyright © Mark Anthony Bartolo | Year Posted 2023
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