Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Magpie 141



FIRST KISS

He asked if he could kiss her
(Though he didn't really know her).
She said she'd not been kissed before;
He said that he would show her.
She thought she'd found true love at last.
He'd be her life; her rock. It
Was not to be. For when he'd gone
She found he'd picked her pocket.

(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the photo)

24 comments:

  1. Never mind - maybe she had a cold sore she passed on to him?

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  2. Nicely versed. I love the daring rhyme of "rock. It" and "pocket". Please write the sequel when she meets him again . . .

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    1. Why don't you? After all, it's your idea!

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  3. Can't trust anybody these days, can you? LOL

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    1. You can trust some of the people some of the time, Jinksy, but....

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  4. So clever rhyming rock. It, and pocket!

    (And I think I dated this guy...)

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  5. He can pick my pocket any time!

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    1. Mine, too, Maggie. But I'll make sure there's nothing in it first!

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  6. "Rock it." Technically known, I believe, as an enjambment. Well done!

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    1. That's a long word, Berowne! (Many years ago, my surname was Browne, and I keep thinking your name is the same...)

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  7. Another dream shattered..laughing.

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  8. When are we ladies going to learn??

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