Lament  

  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. 

 Comments welcome. cross@norlink.net 

 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? 

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