Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Pinky finger blues

Hold your cup of tea like a lady,
tip it over and there will be chairs flailing,
She gets her porcelain gauntlet with the small finger sticking...
...it to the man of graces and regular blinking,
she's no fair woman of classic movies,
more like dark lovely and swiftly moving,
she can hold the cup of tea in her specific
love for difference and spewing so prolific
jaunty rhymes
about her everyday lines,
while crying for,
an open door.

- By Laila Ali Haid

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