Football Chapter 12 part 2
Katherine finds out who's been watching her.
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 Category:  Satire Poetry
  Posted: December 28, 2020      Views: 17

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I don't know what I write until I write it. I make mistakes, but what I write comes from my heart. I used to post what I wrote that same day. Now, I take a little more time because I write to make you smile.

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How time takes wing, leaving memories.
"The Then and The Now" by poetwatch
I was the life of the party,
The first in line,
Had the ladies eating out of my
Hand all I had to do
was bat my eyes.
In great demand, I was the man.
I stood tall
At 5' 10" spoke my piece
And looked you straight in the eye.
My curl was the envy of the people.
With chicks galore and hens aplenty
I grew in the Isle of Vanity.
Then, the call to arms was the sound
Got in line and checked behind
Saw who I saw and became slick
My curl lay on the floor
All I saw were guys.
Got my Dear John letter
(Though my name's Joe)?
Had me a barbecue.
Everything was different
But I became a man.
Now, if there are any ladies around
I wish I could see
You see I write with a telescope
Got a bull horn so you don't have to get near.
(cause of the crown)
The last time a fly made a four foot
It slipped and broke a wing.
Those were the days of yesteryear
When boys became men.
Now, it's your turn.

Author Notes
The picture is a then pic. :) I'm the guy with the ruffle shirt.
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