Pick me Pick me
I am perfect for you
Just the right height at 5 foot 2
You dress me and cherish me
and treat me right
And I in turn emit a radiant light
You shower me with gifts
I meet all your friends
But something is slipping since Christmas Day ends
You ignore me
Then strip me of the necklaces and baubles that lovingly adorn me
Will they be saved for your next love
Then the final insult
Out into the cold night
A stark reminder of the fickle nature of Christmas love
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Observations of an Urban Poet
PoetryObservations from Gritty the Urban Poet who could be any of us anywhere in any urban centre.
