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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Date

Date

A Poem by M. J. C. Mata
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A pitiful situation for my character. If you could place yourself in his shoes, you will feel tha same way he felt.

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Amidst the rain a bus goes by.

I'm right inside, all prim and dry

I'm on a date and on my way.

I'm running late, that's sure to say.

 

A blissful evening it's supposed to be.

My lovely Anne I can dreamily see.

My suit is crisp, I made it sure.

My flowers' fresh, my love's sweet lure.

 

I'm in trouble, I know right now.

If there's a way, I don't know how.

Of all the things that mustn’t go wrong

Was the blasted fact I napped to long.

 

Caught a glimpse of her, thought I did.

A desperate decision was my bid.

I leapt from the bus and to her I ran,

But it was just the gown – worn by a man!

 

I'm cold and wet way down the bone.

I guess I'll spend my date alone.

I'm three hours late and my date's gone.

It's my misfortune, it's now all done.

 

© 2008 M. J. C. Mata


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hmmmmmm very sad poem :(

Posted 17 Years Ago


::sigh::

lol so sad... so bittersweet....

:)

"My suit is crisp, I made it sure.
My roses' fresh, my love's sweet lure. "

liked that



Posted 17 Years Ago



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M. J. C. Mata
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