There's No Appeal Poem by David Darbyshire
There's No Appeal
She took my body,
but not my soul.
For her it's a hobby,
she has the control.
My heart she didn't steal,
of me she made a meal.
She ate and ate to her hearts content,
of coarse there's no appeal.
I stood my ground,
all she did was frown.
Sorry but's that life darling,
I'm not your clown!
Interesting twist...but since I read Tiyler's comment...I'm left wondering...what the heck have I missed...haven't been here much lately... can someone fill me in please? Hugs, Dee
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4/25/2024 1:51:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A twisted tale but command in the end, well done!