Misfortune's Usherettes!
Even when their happy,
It's with sour vinaigrette's
-Wailing and crying…
With packets of cigarette's
This leaves me to reflect
Why all these Juliette's
Whisper and misdirect…
Pretending, their sweet-
Misfortune's usherettes!
Why do they harbour deceit?
With a smile, select!
Of course it's a movie show
A drive in nymphet!
I only wish I brought a wetsuit…
And, had done with, regret
But their airs like morning,
Reveal a flowers coquette
A burning passion, longing…
No Adam of Eden shall nearer forget.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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