She was so elegant
a real genteel lady
impeccably mannered
poised and refined
dainty and elegant
but oh my Almighty God
at the slightest affront
she shed the elegance
and she sure could curse.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
She was so elegant
a real genteel lady
impeccably mannered
poised and refined
dainty and elegant
but oh my Almighty God
at the slightest affront
she shed the elegance
and she sure could curse.
Bob Boyd
The chicken is
merrily clucking away,
as if she were forever
as if she were dying never
not knowing she’s
a few clucks away
from her doomsday
her transition to somebody’s
dead chicken dinner.
Bob Boyd
The war drums are beating.
The soldiers are marching
the cadence of their boots
sounding on the ground.
The rulers are making speeches
to motivate the soldiers to fight,
the soldiers to die,
the wives and mothers to cry.
Bob Boyd