Batwings across piccadilly August 16, 2009
Posted by jewaira in Poetry.trackback
she runs wild
a gothic vampire
with wild grey hair in
showstopping fashion
arched like an open jaw.
skinny girl scurrying down piccadilly pavement
her batwings
black
dainty
so real
the boys chase her down the road
but she only wants one boy
and she calls him a Swine!
as she dashes after him in bold black stilletos.
meanwhile in Kuwait
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horrible .
The world’s a stage and each must play his part.
Bad news travel fast those days.
what bad news Fons?
the weddingparty disaster.