Is it Eleanor?

Is it Eleanor?

A Poem by Neversee

I know...

You'd rather I sit down
Be still and demure
Well try, Our Molly Brown
Already pegged, soup dejour


I'm not
As sensitive
Frail
Delicate
Innocent
Beautiful
As the Ladybirds

Don't be difficult
Be a dear and pour
I've got five minutes
Be quick not dour

There now, thats better
Be a good girl and understand
No one's hurtful or mean
Well not like you can

Mind now your careful choices
Woud you please just take your place
Blend into the voices
We're not here to see the case

Did you say something dear?
Oh I didn't think so
Got to dash, good to see smiles here
Be a luv close the door

© 2009 Neversee


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This piece forces the reader to experience things personally. It Seems almost to awaken a lost memory of the experience. Very well done capturing the atmosphere.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Added on October 4, 2009

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A Poem by Neversee