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Encumbrance
by Paganini JonesThat waspish one, Encumbrance,
I dislike her way!
She took my loved one's heart,
And kneaded it as clay,
She would have baked it in her oven -
I prevented her.
And though his heart still holds her print,
So he rejected her.
And though her words may echo still,
She holds no sway.
That waspish one, Encumbrance,
No! I like her not! 06/22/2004 Author's Note: Written in response to a couple of lines in THIS POEM by Alison Middleton
Posted on 06/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/22/04 at 06:53 PM Paganini!!! I LOVE IT!!! *laughing* You captured Encumbrance's spirit and brought her to life, made her more touchable. *bowing in humble deference* A fitting compliment to your assistance!!! |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 06/22/04 at 09:38 PM She sure sounds like a witch. I like her not as well. Lol. But I lub the poem. |
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