She was something of a devil But a minor one, with short horns And six strings and cymbals Clashing in the background Muted for conversation, But only that |
You can read all about my thrilling life on the About the Editor page. This poem was something I wrote many years ago and forgot about. I found it recently while rummaging through piles of old documents. There were five stanzas on the page, and I had crossed out all of them except this one. Reading under the Xs, I could see why! I have no idea why I wrote this thing, but it sounded nice, so I decided to post it. |