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The Lady (a poem from Poetry Improvisation Game at the Spire of Meetings)

Submitted by Redandir on January 28th, 2023
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The poem, written at the Poetry Improvisation Game at the Spire of Meetings, received word to use was "Lady".

***

I sit in tavern, noisy one.

Which goblet am I drinking?

The sun goes down, day is done...

About her I'm thinking.

 

The Lady enters, full of grace,

And walks among the drunkards.

Can't get my eyes off faultless face...

Alas, I am below her standards.

***

 

 

 

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