Tell Me Why

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

In bed by six, just like that
A.M. exhaustion, tit for tat
All night at the laundry mat
Red lipstick in his hair, scat
No more time for chit chat
Is she your friendly doormat?
Stay away from that rat
Gripping his prey, pussycat
Don’t forget your bat
If he attacks, splat!
He’s not all that
Just a heathen habitat
A cursing copycat
Of a charming aristocrat
She’s no scared cat
Her story will survive in combat
Now, that she’s at bat

 

© Sonya Rose

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