She was a gold digger from the very start
Filled with pretense & cunning but not very smart
Many a good charity fund became her friend
Working her wiles so that the haul was hers in the end
She was a walking gorgeous face devoid of a beating heart.
By, Theodora Onken
March 15,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific, stunning imagery....Reading this work, I can't help but think of film noir. A great poem, Theo.
Thank you, M.J.! So happy that you enjoyed this little limerick. As St. Patty's Day is fast approaching - it is stirring up my Irish Heritage, just a wee bit. So happy that you dropped by! You made my day.