Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

the skunk, not her

16 February 2014

 

 

“What was her name, the skunk, not her?”

(from my journal, circa 1980)

 

 

I asked if she was sure,

she wouldn’t go out with me,

(she had a skunk, as a pet)

I knew from the moment we met,

she was cute, and warm, and cuddly,

the skunk, not her.

 

 

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16 February, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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