Heartless Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Heartless



She was a gold digger from the very start
Filled with pretense & cunning but not very smart
Many a good charity fund became her friend
Working her wiles so that the haul was hers in the end
She was a walking gorgeous face devoid of a beating heart.


By, Theodora Onken

March 15,2017

Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: crime,game,lies,pretence
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A limerick honoring St. Patty's Day
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mj Lemon 15 March 2017

Terrific, stunning imagery....Reading this work, I can't help but think of film noir. A great poem, Theo.

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Theodora Onken 15 March 2017

Thank you, M.J.! So happy that you enjoyed this little limerick. As St. Patty's Day is fast approaching - it is stirring up my Irish Heritage, just a wee bit. So happy that you dropped by! You made my day.

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