Humour Poetry

Rated G? PG?

One evening while viewing pics of a certain gorgeous guy on
Caroline's DS page, my sister remarked "Just look at those eyes.
He knows exactly what he's doing to us." I, of course, defended
my hero maintaining he was completely guileless and that was just a friendly,
boy-next-door sort of look.

But then I wrote this poem. So one of us is not as innocent as they claim.


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Lament

by Cheryl Ross

Who gave you the right
to have those eyes
tall Paul?
Who gave you the right
to break hearts of every shape and size
You've got your nerve
tall Paul.
And where'd you get that grin
that makes one want to sin
Your lips don't care where they've been
do they?
tall Paul.
Don't play the innocent with me
you ply your charms too easily
that glint is in your eyes for all to see.
You're well aware
tall Paul.
Don't give me that look
don't flash that smile
I'd know your type a country mile.
You think I care about that chin
my heart is hard so think again!
The others may all fall for you
just because your eyes are blue
but I am made of sterner stuff
my will is strong, my resolve tough
So why oh why
can I never get enough
of you
tall Paul?