That Girl Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

That Girl



That girl

She's a girl and aware
She's devil

Thin in mid, rest is best
Skin dark

Hair black and her eyes
Two light bulbs

Griming; "Don't get it."
Rolls her eyes

Repeating what she did
Time to times

The target and her goal
"What's reply? "

Tennis-like game of talk
Both masters

At the end no gain-loss
Game's smart

Clever student and prof
Nice to watch

Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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