Wrong One Poem by Bonnie Shipman
Wrong One
There he came
confident as a prince,
for in fact, he was a prince
and he was a nice boy
I guess,
if you like the sort
who like you because
you’re a princess
and he brought
red roses
which cost him nothing
and I don’t like red roses
but he never asked me
what it was
I do like
because he’s not
the one for me.
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