Frigid Lizzie Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Frigid Lizzie



What days do you want to play?
What days do you want to stay,
In my way...
Wanting dodge ball and hop scotch,
As a need to display as you charade.

What days do you want to hide as I seek?
To then whine if I don't,
Attempt to sneak a peek.

Sometimes your game is detachment.
And other times..
You smother me with hugs.
Then 'Frigid Lizzie' hisses at me like a bug.
To decrease any interest I had to snuggle up.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 18 April 2013

Lifes rich tapestries can enslave us if we let them. A lovely poem and a good write.

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