Explore Poems GO!


Rating: 2.9
Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess,
He smiled too briefly, his face was pale as sand,
He jumped into a taxi when he saw me coming,
Leaving my alone with a private meaning,
He loves me so much, my heart is singing.
Later at the Club when I rang him in the evening
They said: Sir Rat is dining, is dining, is dining,
No madam, he left no messafe, ah how his silence speaks,
He loves me too much for words, my heart is singing.
The Pullman seats are here, the tickets for Paris, I am waiting,
Presently the telephone rings, it is his valet speaking,
Read More
Kayode Are 08 October 2017
He only came to sleep; amusing parody of love.
0 0 Reply
Colleen Courtney 18 May 2014
Sir Rat! You got to love it! Oh, how some women can be so naive! ! ! ! What a great story this poem weaves! ! ! !
0 0 Reply
P W 01 May 2007
Is this the best ever poem on blind love, self delusion and the inability of love to see clarity? YES!
3 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

5/6/2021 1:15:12 PM #