Cold Sneer Poem by Ann Smart
Cold Sneer
Travelling in Paris
I was harassed
A funny Englishman
With no hat
Without my daschund
I felt so lost
To be so badly accosted
Calling a policeman
A gendarme
With only one arm
I pulled him close
Whispering in his ear
That man over there!
Grabbing his bicycle
He rode away
Leaving me alone
To face my day
The aggressor smiled
At my plight
I gave him a goodnight kiss
As he fell on his cold sneer.
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