My Purse

Darla Cooke on Jan 6, 2009

Tags: mess, Poetry, purse

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There’s a mess inside my purse.

Inside my purse is a huge mess.

To its interior I cannot get access.

My purse is large and very bulky.

I admit that it makes me feel sulky.

One day I will finally clean it out.

Of that moment there is no doubt.

I cannot leave that mess inside.

It’s just too much for me to abide.

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Mickey Pig Knuckles on Jan 6, 2009
Darla, very creative reflection of reality as when I observe the ladies digging through their purses for an item it seems to turn into a career lol. Thank You once again for sharing your poetic brillence Darla…

MPK
Izzy Daniels on Jan 6, 2009
good poem, though i think some of the word choice might be better used. It looked to me that you were trying to rhyme a bit too hard, which isn’t a bad thing, it just means that the flow was a bit off. Very interesting poem. You don’t hear about purses alot lol
katarina giselle on Jan 9, 2009
Yes! I like thisone very much..and it descibes my purse as well!
bag charm on Apr 5, 2011
great post,thanks.like your share.

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