Arkell's Ark: Love in Fifty-Four Words
Ian Arkell’s compact poem tells of a flaw that led to an open door.
A distant paramour, Lenore, did snore
A fatal flaw? Not so, but
one to be addressed post haste I thought
Months of trials, investigations, potions,
without a hint or notion of relief and so
alas, at one year’s end
the sweet Lenore, my paramour,
was shown the door
Adieu amour
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