The Yester GhostA Poem by MarkTHE YESTER GHOST
Like those enormous showy roses Which so captivate our eyes Though they disappoint our noses-- Your love, my dear, is only size!
Like a bulb of elephant garlic Lacking pungency or savor As deceptive as a varlet, Substituting size for flavor
So are your grand approaches All appearance, lacking depth. So, I'll be bayin' "Buenas Noches!", And seek my One Love someplace else.
You drew me so slyly in, (But I was, Oh!, too glad to come!) Where I had 'til then so rarely been But now I'm feelin' pretty dumb!
Because the damp, pink trap you set Shortly dried and turned to grey Once it had caused me to forget The Greater Prize I'd won one day.
So, I'll be sighin' "Sayonara", And shortly addin' "Adios" Serve up a dose of "Dos Vedanye" Now you've become the Yester Ghost!
mark teague december 19, 2010
© 2010 MarkAuthor's Note
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Added on December 24, 2010Last Updated on December 24, 2010 AuthorMarkLas Vegas, NVAboutWriting, for me, has always been the friend who brought out the best in me, and who would never argue with me, except when necessary to point out my many obvious inconsistancies. Writing and.. more..Writing
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