With inward chuckles Of feminine glee, You knew at last You were rid of me. With sentences caustic And voice refined, You charmingly gave me A piece of your mind. But the triumphs not yours For if only you knew, I've been trying for months to get rid of you.
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With inward chuckles
Of feminine glee,
You knew at last
You were rid of me.
With sentences caustic
And voice refined,
You charmingly gave me
A piece of your mind.
But the triumphs not yours
For if only you knew,
I've been trying for months
to get rid of you.
That was great!
I love it.
Happy Wednesday! The President is coming, the President is coming! The sky is falling, the sky is falling!
I really like it too, sassa. Google couldn't identify the author. Is this one of yours?
Interesting day today...meet an author at Yardarm's and saw the President's motorcade...
Great poem, Sassa! Brought a smile to my face!
A local author, drew?
I saw people on 14th Street holding signs in anticipation of the president's arrival.
Well Orbs, she's originally from Tomahawk, WI now resides in Washington, DC. Just met her by pure chance. I've got it all my blog.
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