I hop on a bus, I race for a train,
Just to get back to see you again,
I hail a late taxi, and when I get there,
'She' opens the door with a 'rose' in her hair.
How can you love me, and love her as well,
To find her with you is absolute hell,
What a two timing toad, you've turned out to be,
Her 'rose' is the same, as the one you gave me.
© Ernestine Northover
I like this for its clarity and timing as well as the content. But typical of the male of the species? It takes two to tango!
Excellent Ernestine! Really enjoyable and realistic! Fairly typical of the male of the species!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kissed a prince to recieve a toad, he should feel ashamed, this is his greater loss love duncan