Wednesday 29 January 2014

a sixty seventh poem...'tracy's fancy'

Tracy got a kiss
From the guy she
Thought she fancied,
That felt more like
A kick in the teeth.
When she looked
In the bathroom mirror
Her gums were
Lipstick red,
And her head
Was all woozy.
Then, she returned
To the bar
And her best-friend, Suzie
Had stabbed him to death.

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