Greatly Exaggerated Half-truths
Tim sits alone at his desk in the dark
Gazes unseeing across the canal
Thoughts, like butterflies, flit through his mind
His cigars like his face did bark
Jill lounges idly on her couch in the den
Flinches unknowing at the slightest sound
Sparks, like Tinkerbell, fly up the chimney
Where they make a nest like a hen
Kit stands at ease in the shade of the tree
Dreams nostalgically of former schoolmates
Do they ever think of him, he wonders?
Sure, some, but not Marie
| Contributors: | Olson Blip, Roland, Big Andy, Nigel Sly, F, Beefy, koala, Grayman, Kansas Sam. |
| Poem finished: | 19th December 2003 by Anon.. |