Mascara Mishap Poem by Randy McClave
Mascara Mishap
She puts on her lipstick and mascara,
As we prepare to go out for the night,
I compliment her on her beauty
Upon my eyes she is a sensual delight.
Later while we are drinking we begin to argue
She then cries as the argument becomes a fight,
Her mascara begins to run, but should I laugh or scream?
So, I just ran away from that horrific, or funny sight.
Randy L. McClave
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