Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

AN EVENING WITH A FRIEND

Vacant eyes and auburn hair
Legs crossed, sitting in a chair.
An object of love and a want of lust,

Satin skin with a perfect bust.

So speaks her social mouth
To I, a poor man, sitting on her fancy couch

Of the great value of her future to be.

A future of sororities, societies and summer teas.

I, a poor man, utter barely a word

Just sit and listen, slightly perturbed

Over the meaning of her future to be,

A future of sororities, societies and summer teas.

I, a poor man, rise free at last
As my heart silently adds this love to the past.

This beauty is a slave I see

To her future of sororities, societies and summer teas.