why did he not bother to contact me
that is the big question which shall remain
from our conversations he did abstain
other matters were more pressing for he
his mind sidetracked to sweeter terrain
the grass was much greener at that place
it held sway o'er my unattractive space
a well lit spot made the seeing real plain
he employed an axe to chop the line
dead was the telegraph no more chit chat
pickings of delectable kind he'd pursue
mine were akin to a dull farmyard swine
one once was as blind as cave dwelling bat
but one now knows the color of his hue
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
why did he not bother to contact me
that is the big question which shall remain
from our conversations he did abstain
other matters were more pressing for he
his mind sidetracked to sweeter terrain
the grass was much greener at that place
it held sway o'er my unattractive space
a well lit spot made the seeing real plain
he employed an axe to chop the line
dead was the telegraph no more chit chat
pickings of delectable kind he'd pursue
mine were akin to a dull farmyard swine
one once was as blind as cave dwelling bat
but one now knows the color of his hue
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