Jaquelin's drunk in her bedroom again,
She'll bother her mother it's three for the week.
Stars glaze her legs while the ink stains the bedding,
Her lipstick's a smear across Eleanor's cheek.
Ampersand Galahad rescues her daily.
Be wary! Don't cross her; he'll tell you his name.
Harlequin Luca sports tafetta sonnets
Dip her toes in your coffee, her cries are profane.
She'll bother her mother it's three for the week.
Stars glaze her legs while the ink stains the bedding,
Her lipstick's a smear across Eleanor's cheek.
Ampersand Galahad rescues her daily.
Be wary! Don't cross her; he'll tell you his name.
Harlequin Luca sports tafetta sonnets
Dip her toes in your coffee, her cries are profane.
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eddie:
oh Jaquelin! I'll be a good shoulder!
missellie:
Best poem ever. How was your very long travelling, dearest? Have you arrived in one piece?