Bernard, peacock-like,
Struts around the bar
His giant ego as
On display as
A peacock’s
Fan of feathers
Spread wide and
Fluttering as if
To show off its
Remarkable Beauty.
Bernard’s conceited
Look and egotistical
Ways are his fan
of feathers on full display.
Tag: poetry
I’m In Love With A Witch
I don’t care if she is a witch
My pulse reaches a frantic pitch
When She looks into my stunned eyes
And her love above all I prize.
I don’t care if she casts a spell
That could consign us both to hell
For her love, I’d even go there
For her love, I’d go anywhere.
Bob Boyd