"You pay far too much for nonsense."
Or so she says when some immense
Bill comes in, for cars or sports,
Or whenever the pocketbooks comes up short.
But watch her blouse rip a bit,
And she'll scowl and bite her lip.
Replacing the shirt would be a chore,
For "The mall doesn't sell these anymore."
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Eyes Wide Shut: a collection of poetryPoetry
I often forget this, but I aced my poetry-writing class in college. I actually took the class with the hope it would teach me how to help my brother with his own poetry, as well as how to understand poetry better. The teacher said I have a very good...