Those little innuendoes first
just niggle, then they make us thirst
for something.... what we can't explain
until some insight gives it name
by which time we have grown quite sore
and leap upon that name to score
against the careless mutterer
of innuendos utterer
who having whispered in our ear
Iago-like fills us with fear;
the casual word dropped must be true...
a way of quite destroying you.
8.19.05
LIKE the poem, the odd part is, that some really good poems comes from this nonsence.............
Believe nothing you read and only half of what you hear, is advice I have acted upon. It helps! Nice slice of life. All the best Tai I rated it, not sure if it was a 9 or a 10.
Oh Linda, you have a way of describing what makes us uncomfortable, if not furious. This short poem says it well. Thanks. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am in love with your muse...whose inspirations fills your pen with such exquisite insights in rhyme