Auckland Poetry

Paris, Mon Amour

My partner’s gone up to Lisbon to see her daughter and
visit relatives, I know this isn’t true, she is going to
a wedding in Paris, I wasn’t invited and she didn’t like to
tell me that. I’ve painted the hall and living room,
tomorrow I’ll paint the kitchen, then the wall around
the house, the yard and finally the wooden shutters.
When she comes home I’ll sit and read the paper,
no big deal, doing a bit of painting. If she tells me where
she has been I’ll look surprised.
Still, I would have liked to have seen see Paris,

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