I was getting desparate
when your sister, Kay, dropped in.
I know you told me lots of time
that she has a way with men.
Mandy,
I didn't know you were coming home.
Why didn't you call me?
You'd have found me all alone.
Mandy,
your heart need not be stone.
You knew that it was raining;
we didn't hear the door.
You found us deep in passion
then ran out. Man, it poured.
Mandy,
I didn't know you were coming home.
Why didn't you call me?
You'd have found me all alone.
Mandy,
your heart need not be stone.
You took our little son, Hon,
his first six weeks had passed.
You slid, had an accident
made that day on earth his last.
Mandy,
I didn't know you were coming home.
Why didn't you call me?
You'd have found me all alone.
Mandy,
your heart need not be stone.
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Love Tinka
we didn't hear the door.
You found us deep in passion
then ran out. Man, it poured.
The line...Man, it poured is very very strong here. Overall I enjoyed the sound and beat of this poem...very nice scheme in all regards...
Tim