Two Timing Toad - Poem by Ernestine Northover
I hop on a bus, I race for a train,
Just to get back to see you again,
I hail a late taxi, and when I get there,
'She' opens the door with a 'rose' in her hair.
How can you love me, and love her as well,
To find her with you is absolute hell,
What a two timing toad, you've turned out to be,
Her 'rose' is the same, as the one you gave me.
© Ernestine Northover
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