How I recall Angela
A sweet girl with bright blue eyes
Who with just one kiss would give such sighs
She was a lass next to none
Her lips the taste of cinnamon
Which I must say was quite uncommon
She stacked the shelves in a shop
Which is why my eyes did pop
To see her long legs and derriere
But that was nothing at all
Because she was six feet tall
I didn't groan as I was too
I gave her onyx earrings
She loved them they made her sing
Next will be a diamond ring
Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/exhibition-girl-model-tall-girl-2875020/
Sweet poem. And love the line about her bum.
ReplyDeleteI adore the third stanza. And that pic!
ReplyDeleteThe magic of cinnamon.
ReplyDeleteCinnamon lips and long legs. I can see why she mesmerized :)
ReplyDeleteOh she sounds like a perfect girl...
ReplyDeleteThis is delightfully sweet, Robin!❤️
ReplyDeleteJust right for this guy!!! Women taller than me scare the gebeebers out of me. I run. Good for her though, I'd much rather be smelling cinnamon than garlic.
ReplyDeleteFun read, nice picture.
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Love that cinnamon/uncommon near rhyme!
ReplyDeleteListen, I accidentally rejected your comment on mine during moderation. Darn touch screen! My sausage fingers hit delete instead of publish. I just wanted you to know it was accidental. I couldn't see any way to bring it back. :-(
Oh, she sound like quite a beauty with those cinnamon lips and long legs.
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