A Homerun

December 21, 2008 § 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
He’s not all that
Just a heathen habitat
A cursing copycat
Of a charming aristocrat
Hey, she’s no ‘scaredy’ cat:
She’ll survive in combat-
Now, that her Savior’s up at bat

 

© Sonya Rose

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