Poem #15

She had the face

Of someone on the cusp

Of fame,

Eyes vying for space with cheeks,

Eyes very convex, like fishbowls

Granted centrepiece,

Granted the entire sweep of

Her adoring oglers.

Her trousers were maroon leather;

I thought it clever how they matched her handbag.

 

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