Poetic Interlude XXVI

“Doctor, are you filled with fear?
Your look has gone a bit severe.”
“I had a premonition, dear.”

The learnéd man resumed his leer
And wiped away the lady’s tear.
“Doctor, I am filled with fear!”

He grasped her waist and pulled her near
Removing, thus, her black brassière.
“‘Twas just a premonition, dear.”

“Quiet, Sir! My father’s here
And I’m worried that he’ll hear.
Doctor, are you filled with fear?”

“Daddy, stop!” – the smell of beer,
A gunshot, and a sob sincere –
“Dad had a premonition, dear.”

She sees the grave but once a year,
The epitaph a souvenir:
“Doctor, were you filled with fear?
I had a premonition, dear.”

©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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