Fractured Hearts Have Missed Innumerable Chances
How graven seem those fractured tarts
Those pieces of once broken hearts
Those smelly sheets and endless nights
Remind me of long-missed delights
And yet I seldom miss a chance
To bat a lash, or steal a glance
Or underestimate a tart
(They're known to have a lethal fart)
That paint they wear--they seem so daft
Who on earth would tint their aft?
And who would stuff their precious fore
With less and less and seldom more?
| Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Kansas Sam, end it?. |
| Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |