Undercover

I was waiting for him in the church
But alas he left me in the lurch
He’d met a rich woman..
She saw him coming
Before he kicked her into touch.

She was the best person I never met
As she kept  wandering men as her pets.
And I met my  new lover
At night undercover.
I didn’t want mal a la tete

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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