She’s Not Impressed - Poem by Esmond Jones
I’ve well and truly botched my laundry up:
I’ve shrunk my shirts in water far too hot -
the cuffs are flapping halfway up my arms.
Each time my chest expands-when she walks past,
she catches one more button with an ear.
As days go by she’s getting more aware,
and ducks before I’ve time to catch my breath.
I see my chances dwindle more and more,
she’s not importing any interest -
unless of course she’s playing hard to get.
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