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Sunday Morning Woes.... (2)
by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Sunday Morning Woes.
she was like wet paint
on sharply curved bannisters,
she had "Don't Touch"
written all over her,
but I was the curious sort.
she also had that light tan line
on her left-hand ring finger
a sun tattoo of trouble
Three more drinks
all three doubles
and many smiles
and winks later,
I climbed her
stares to heaven
hanging on for dear life....
she was a flesh roller coaster
with no seat belts
the ride of my life
or so I thought
always go with
your first doubts
Cause she left a
stain on my soul,
and a note in my wallet,
thanking me for the
cash donation.
I was out fifteen hundred,
while she was probably out
getting a second coat.
Mamma had always
warned me
about painted ladies
and a bottle of wine.
I could almost hear
her long lost voice
whispering "I Told You So
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By Art~Whimsically Yoursby-Matthew F. Blowers III
Sunday Morning Woes.
she was like wet paint
on sharply curved bannisters,
she had "Don't Touch"
written all over her,
but I was the curious sort.
she also had that light tan line
on her left-hand ring finger
a sun tattoo of trouble
Three more drinks
all three doubles
and many smiles
and winks later,
I climbed her
stares to heaven
hanging on for dear life....
she was a flesh roller coaster
with no seat belts
the ride of my life
or so I thought
always go with
your first doubts
Cause she left a
stain on my soul,
and a note in my wallet,
thanking me for the
cash donation.
I was out fifteen hundred,
while she was probably out
getting a second coat.
Mamma had always
warned me
about painted ladies
and a bottle of wine.
I could almost hear
her long lost voice
whispering "I Told You So