1/26/2010
And he waved the false friend’s hello,
He wore the crocked cocky smile,
Of the conceited yet uncaught.
The Mr. Home this fine day?
Though to be a friend’s friend,
He turned and knocked the door,
With-out thought of right or wrong,
Singing the silent song.
The Mr. Home this fine day?
Mrs. Brown came into the window,
With, fresh make-up not for her Mr. ,
She looked not at but through me,
The answer now apparent.
The Mr. Home this fine day?
4 comments:
this is cool
do you get that often in your fine neighborhood? :)
great read wonderful flow
enjoyed this very much
have a great day!
What a great first line, even more powerful returning to it after reading the final line! Effective use of repetition as well.
Nice... love the intrigue of this new world of strangers, wearing the crocked cocky smile of the conceited yet uncaught.
Oh, my, hanky panky in Suburbia. tsk tsk.
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