Sometimes the last line
comes out of the blue -
one to the solar plexus,
an uppercut;
you never saw them coming;
you don't remember after that..
you're flat on the canvas,
knowing you've been put in place;
'Poet loses title-fight,
clean KO in the 12th...'
When it came to the punch,
the poem knew best - you, you were nowhere.
I'll say this - you know class
when you see it.
If I only knew where they came from Michael I would have gone there more often.and been floored more often a l
And you KNEW this made terrific sense when you wrote it! ! It is Thanksgiving Turkey Good! ! ! xxElysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know class when I see it. t x