Four Eyes Poem by Francie Lynch

Four Eyes



I can read her lips.
Each word formed
With the red and ivory embouchures
That play to my lust.
My mouth moves in sync:
'I think, ' she says,
'The old perv, ' she continues,
'Has binoculars.'

Friday, August 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,funny,irony
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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