Thursday, October 07, 2010


Took a walk in the dark
To a place where a poet
Stabbed at my lonesome sorrow
With light-hearted puns about

Sad lonely men clowning
With warm and soft furry kitties
Droning their contentment
In the bed in the winter;

And little pest that messed
Anywhere and everywhere
So proudly indifferent
To my utter befuddlement;

But the true-hearted poet
Couldn't kill that sorry sting
Yet did help me remember
How my heart still held you:

I got the news, little girl.

Adieu, Roxanne, my love!

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