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)
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Ha ha! Romance is dead!
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
DeleteNever mind - maybe she had a cold sore she passed on to him?
ReplyDeleteLet's hope so!
DeleteNicely versed. I love the daring rhyme of "rock. It" and "pocket". Please write the sequel when she meets him again . . .
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you? After all, it's your idea!
DeleteCan't trust anybody these days, can you? LOL
ReplyDeleteYou can trust some of the people some of the time, Jinksy, but....
DeleteSo clever rhyming rock. It, and pocket!
ReplyDelete(And I think I dated this guy...)
I think we all dated this guy!
DeleteHe can pick my pocket any time!
ReplyDeleteMine, too, Maggie. But I'll make sure there's nothing in it first!
DeleteUh-oh...
ReplyDeleteHi, Tess!
DeleteLesson learned.
ReplyDelete"Rock it." Technically known, I believe, as an enjambment. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThat's a long word, Berowne! (Many years ago, my surname was Browne, and I keep thinking your name is the same...)
DeleteAnother dream shattered..laughing.
ReplyDeleteOh, dear. Foiled again.
ReplyDelete;)
When are we ladies going to learn??
ReplyDeleteProbably never!
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