He tried to appear kempt
although a string hung
from his jacket sleeve
bearing the price he had paid
.
Attempting to impress like a fresco,
a mural on the most crisp,
white linen background, ninety nine
of one hundred percent pure
Attempting to impress like a fresco,
a mural on the most crisp,
white linen background, ninety nine
of one hundred percent pure
Buttonholes dilated from wear
made it obvious to all
that rather than champagne taste
he'd often swig wine vinegar
made it obvious to all
that rather than champagne taste
he'd often swig wine vinegar
6 comments:
i did not give you permission to use my picture!!!!LOL
this was great!!!!
Wine vinegar. Now that leaves my mouth in a twist. I love your poem. And, Paisley's picture compliments it well. Have a nice day.
Wine vinegar sounds so displeasing.
Good job.
Oh, this is wonderful. 'To swig wine vinegar' leaves me puckered! Love this!
Everybody's caught it, You give us a sensation to finish the poem. Enjoyed!
your words and photo make well a vision of.. something we'd all like to think of as imaginery... but all too real... excellent
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