Little Coward Poem by Lamar Cole
Little Coward
She had taken all his abuse.
And now it was time to fight back.
So on top of his head with a frying pan.
She gave him a whack.
The little coward ran crying with his tail between his legs.
Stop hitting me he begged.
Then she hit him some more.
And he made a mad dash for the door.
She said, I'm not finished hitting you yet.
When I'm through with you.
You will never abuse another woman.
This you can bet.
An amazing poem! Your style of penning is unique...I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:03:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
She said, I'm not finished hitting you yet. When I'm through with you. You will never abuse another woman. This you can bet.......outstanding conceptualization. A beautiful poem is well executed. I appreciate the way of presentation. Thanks.