O let not feelings show on surface,
Nor a plight mark its print on the face,
Nose firmly under eyes,
Let no one sympathise,
Show as if you're out to hit an ace.
And I did so precise,
But loaded was my dice,
A sure ace was shot back with finesse.
__________________________________________
Tongue-in-cheek | 5.10.2017 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent limerick, Aniruddha.....10++++++
Thank you, Bernard for spotting this poem. A Do It Yourself book would advise: Hit an ace to your opponent's winner. But how?