New Battles for Deceit
You stood trembling
But in your eyes
A flicker of triumph betrayed you
You won that battle, my darling.
I kept shouting
You seemed resigned
I never suspected your cunning
But you had made plans long ago.
We lay shuddering
Exhausted, lost
As hope slowly ebb'd from our souls
We turned away, hands still clasped
A light glimmered
A reflection
A form taking shape in the dawn light
It was the Poppin' Fresh Doughboy
Suddenly, it's all making sense
Contributors: | baoloa, Anon., Beefy, Karin, td, Roland, P, N, Francine, Dassn't Say. |
Poem finished: | 6th August 2003. |