Black eye

By Mark Cottrell

Thu, 17 Nov 2011
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I’ve won myself a nice black eye
It really was my fault
I met a married woman
And managed to get caught

The wheels of the car drew up
The door closed with a slam
When I saw the size of her husband
I was really in a jam

Her husband stood in front of me
And rolling up his sleeve
I decided to move with a Bob
I really should have weaved.

Certificate U
Poem
poems to forget
Humour

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Mark Cottrell, I liked this poem a lot, it had good rhythm and gave me a smile. So definitely thankyou for sharing. Jenny.