POEM: MY STALKER
I have a stalker,
He follows me wherever I go,
And stares at me whenever I am happy and low.
He keeps a check on what I eat,
Is it eyeballs or hippos' teeth.
He is downright possessive,
Me being with others makes him aggressive.
He likes the stench of my dresses,
With my friends, he always messes.
I can't tell the cops 'bout him,
For he hasn't harmed me still,
And I am sure he never will,
Because he is my lovely dog, Bill.
Note: This poem is dedicated to my annoying dachshund, Henry.
Wow!
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you have depicted your lovely stalker.
Marvellous creation!
Totally new thought.
I 've become a big fan of
your compositions.
Lovely .
Keep this talent mobile.