Up The Garden Path - 0877 - Acrostic Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Up The Garden Path - 0877 - Acrostic



Up the garden path she led him,
Private joke she told herself,
To sacrifice his precious self
He, half blind went to the brim,
Enjoyed close shave, then cut it trim.
Garden path walks wily woman's whim!

(11 April 1998)

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