I Hate Lucy
I met her one blurry New Years eve
She who would hang as a glorious ornament, from your sleeve
Back in those times of hours, no sand
I can picture her (now grasping) your lovely hand
She was tall and elegant
Two credits i am not
Flawless skin with a smile that niggled my spot
Legs which reached nearly my belly button urrrr
And gosh i really hated her....
Dressed in finery which enhanced her look
Me in my drunken state easily mistook
That this devine creature with teeth glowing pearls
Was just a mere friend and glorious golden curls
And i liked her....
And she made us smile
She was just so perfect
Your ex
Beguiled
The one with whom you shared your very first kiss
The one who had what i could only wish
And boy did i get bloody cross
When realisation did muddle my moss
Outside i screamed in frustration
When realisation hit
Only glad Id not earlier realised that
It
Was she, your first love the one which you shared
Afternoons delighted
Stroking lovely Lucy's hair
Yet refined as sopping sugar
Easily duped
I glad over the moon
That i never stooped
To an outburst
As i am so short i may of been drowned
In the jealous throws of love
Im a silly cow!
poem by Karen Sinclair
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