Why let out a sigh?
Time to say goodbye
Good news in July
She may surely die
for living a lie
of hard work and by
the likes of a guy,
who works as a spy.
He takes on the fly
and leaves high and dry —
a love he can’t buy.
There’s no need to cry
Or ask angels why
this lone ball is shy.
When evening draws nigh
Gaze up to the sky
And look for an eye —
the shape of a pie
And know she says, ‘Hi!’
A resigning sample in laid-off monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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