Treasured Possession.A Poem by Paul BellBottle of Vodka, one knitting needle We only sell knitting needles in pairs. Of Course you do. All good things come in pairs. Would you like a bag for life, save the planet. A bag for life would be wonderful. He lied, she thought. But that was just typical of men. She should show him the bag. You said it was a bag for life. But it’s not. Look inside, you lied. She sure didn’t feel good Blood and blob The Vodka did the job Flush the lie Now she could die She didn’t die Just cried It didn’t help Just the way she felt Time moves on Secret stays hidden Tomorrow's another day Just another day But life is strange He noticed she was heavily pregnant Nice to see you’re still saving the planet Yes, we all have to do our part A bag for life Treasured possession. © 2018 Paul BellReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 11, 2018 Last Updated on February 11, 2018 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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