He was suave
He was smooth
He held his audience captive
With the mike
At home he was aloof
Calculating, cool
Ready to strike when you
least expected
He wooed me with sweet words
and dressed up salads
I fell flat like a fool
In a clown's hat
He tightened the noose
Then blamed me for
all his failures
His missing spoons
and stolen parfums
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good discourse..........