Mark Heathcote

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Just Entre My Parlour… - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Men’s patient sighs, never wane consider
When faced with his trips to the clothing boutique.
What gravitations are these ruby slippers?
A man would rather click his heels together
… Is his heart meant to faint at chiffon mystique?

Tanned leather ladies, be reasonable I’m not a sheikh
Looks… your foot isn’t a boa constrictor.
My wealth’s more manageable, what do you seek
Yes, I’ve rubies, patients, just take a peek—
… There’s room in my heart, just enter my parlour.

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  • Shah Surja (11/25/2015 8:31:00 AM)

    nice...... beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 29, 2015

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