The Lost Sonnet
Friday, January 3, 2014
No Simpleton
Picture: Google
That young belle in town
dons not your icy white.
She's garbed in rage red-
the colour of her spite.
Insist her, if you may,
to talk of the weather.
She'll bat an eyelash and
whip you all together!
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