Irony Poem by Seven Aces
Irony
Rating: ★3.5
Your voice so sweet
My ears cried
hard as it maybe
I stayed listening to such talk
With divided attention
I hear your angelic voice drowning my thoughts in boredom How quaint you are sir.
But quaintness makes my eyelids drop.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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8/28/2026 9:00:21 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Loved it. Particularly: 'How quaint you are sir. But quaintness makes my eyelids drop.'