by Virginia Earl
She was
short
And round
Like a
bottle of port
She wore
black
All around
Like a
bottle of port
She stood
still
Without thrills
Like a
bottle of port
With only
one drop
She smelled
like death
And wore white
death
If only she
knew
The
sweetness of port
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