Love biteShe had written and talked about love alright,
She had married her very own gallant knight,
On that special day, dressed up in white,
Her first-born son had been named Dwight.
Since then her career had been all alight
As she had a talent; she could write.
And except that one time with a wright
She had kept to the straight and narrow aright.
But then on a terribly lonesome night,
Where there was significant danger of frostbite,
A different man; a Trotskyite,
Walked straight in to end the blight.
She was mesmerized and this in spite
Of the fact that he was rather impolite
At the debate that became a fight
Over intellectuals that always cite.
He was dressed in black and rather slight,
But at the meeting he lit a light
For a girl who could do with a sprite
And it all ended with an invite;
An invite to his bed with himself bedight.
She accepted; and he had only to ignite
Her passion with a very soft love bite
To see a woman unfold and with him unite.
Her inspiration soared again, but goodnight!
She faced a severe and brutal plight;
Her marriage had suffered a serious snakebite
From a man who could her excite.
However soft, it had been a bite.
And although I this tale do indite
It is not with ease or a heart that is light;
Since it led to her destruction outright.
Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2008-03-29 at 00:28
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