A Woman With Class Poem by Allan James Saywell

A Woman With Class



She looked at me
As though- -I was
A piece of vermin
But with a smile
That poet- -was pathetic
If that is your best line
You can throw at a lady
To encourage her attention
You had better buy yourself a favour
Find yourself a poor young thing
With a better body
But less of a brain
Anywhere but here- - I placed my ego
In a large suitcase- -and left

Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Briony Nicholls 04 June 2015

This poem has very good potential but unfortunately the avoidance of punctuation makes it rather incomprehensible to read.

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