Hot and Spicy Painted my face and curled my hair,Hot and Spicy 1 week ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Still you did not seem to care,
Wore the heels and clinging dress,
Showing just a hint of chest.
Perhaps if I wore a different scent,
I would not write this sad lament.
Your passions raised but not by me,
But by hot wings, oh so saucy.
You ravished each wing to the bone,
While taking their picture on your phone,
So much for efforts to make you cling,
To something spicier than a chicken wing.
Across the bar he raised a toast,
Darling how I hate to boast,
But I look hot and quite sexy,
Something more than just pretty.
Across the bar he wastes his time,
Despite neglect you are all mine,
And I am yours in dress or jeans,
Despite these all too frequent scenes.
I sigh and ask you for a bite,
Holy cow, you are so right,
I see why you are so impressed,
Those wings make me forget the rest.
It was not me who whet your appetite,
But we'll both suffer heartburn this night.