To An Inept Suitor Poem by Richard George

To An Inept Suitor



A girl is not your prize
for a new record
in sisterhood downhill slalom.

George V, goatee,
imperial, Lincoln
rotate the plunge-brush.

At Paradiso, where bantams
bop, concussion
will crown you ostrich.

Love is no substitute
for a butterfly net.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
Close
Error Success