Airy in MaltaA Poem by Chris ShawHoliday fun and good old advice from Dad
Airy the bar when Adonis breezed in.
Scary the hairs growing dark on his chest. Wary was I as he brushed past my chair, looking for someone whose bed he could test. Champagne was ordered, the best he could buy, flashing his wallet he toasted my health. Gleaming the gold on his new Rolex watch, chatting he boasted of all his vast wealth. Hand-stitched his shoes, Italian crafted, polished and white I remembered my Dad. "Never dear Chrissie consider a man, in white leather shoes, it's bound to turn bad". Finished it was before it got started, one glass of fizz and then I departed.
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8 Reviews Added on May 4, 2018 Last Updated on May 4, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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