This toungue in cheek poem was written
for a poetry challenge.
Lothario
This gesture is
reserved for you
Lothario!
Now you are off
to pastures new,
good luck to you.
There are many
prettier buds
about to bloom,
and I await
the flowering
of the perfect rose,
while doubtless soon
the weeds of lust
will smother you.
J.M. Lewis October 2004
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