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Enigma Mine

26 Jan







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I was exotic once
like brie and oolong tea
like pinot noir from France
I made a rare appearance
I was exotic once

I was quixotic once
devoted to romance
not afraid to take a chance
adventured with my lance
I was quixotic once

I was erotic once
like Don Juan, I’d dance
with heated tumescence
I’d often lose my pants
I was erotic once.

I was idiotic once
with pants full of ants
going on my rants
like a St. Vitus dance
I was idiotic once

I was dogmatic once
with air-tight defense
so sure of my stance
pronouncing my sentence
I was dogmatic once

I am enigmatic now
as my years advance
not so bothered by the ants
but finding new expanse
I am enigmatic now

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Limericist, 2006/2021

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2021 in About Me, Poetry

 

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