"What's that you say Mrs. Robinson? Jolting Joe has left and gone away."

Mrs. Robinson

5'2, eyes of blue
long baby-doll curls of gold
Body of an angel
Aged like a fine wine.

Dressed to kill
Makeup to thrill
They call her honey, because she's sweet
They pay her money, because shes's a real treat.

Year after year she sits alone at the bar
Waiting for her next young paramour.
I wonder if ever a man will sweep her off her feet
Or is she doomed to die a forgotten bride?

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Written on 2016-10-25 at 04:12

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very interesting. Kind of intriguing.

Kathy Lockhart
You painted a real picture here. A very vivid descriptive detailed story told of a sad situation and one who sells herself for money. Well done. You were able to create so much interest, empathy, and emotion through these few lines. I really like this.