Jabberwocky

Kismet

Ah you girls in Cluster B

I’m sure you’ll be the death of me,

Loving not by every deed

But loving only what you need.

And what you need a whimsy then

Alighting on successive men.

Overvaluing; you feed!

Discarding; you are off again!

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    One day they will find the one that is for them and them alone.

    Andy



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