Out on My Feet
I was so tired I thought I'd fall
barely noticing a siren's call
She crossed her legs and drew my eyes
then she smiled and to my surprise
slid over so I could take a seat
She fluffed her hair and pursed her lips
I told myself to come to grips
I thanked her for her gesture grand
then I sat down and made her stand
Her glare was icy to the core
I didn't care - began to snore
Well who could blame me?
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoésieWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
