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Mysterious Foriegn Lady

Poetry By: PaulChafer

Written on a whim after seeing a postcard from Thailand. It is aimed at children, primarily, but seems to beenjoyed by adults also. I drew the picture from the said Postcard and embellished it to fit the poem.

Submitted:Nov 29, 2009    Reads: 125    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   

Miss Bamboozle, a foreign lady,

Sells flowers in pots and tubs,

She lives upon a River Barge,

On the canal past the Scrubs.

She dresses in oriental style,

Stands aloof and smokes cigars,

For a penny she tells fortunes,

She says are written in the stars.

I just adore Miss Bamboozle,

She says such curious things,

Sharing tales of ancient wisdom,

Secrets of Emperors' and Kings'.

She has class and elegance,

And uses a parasol if it's hot,

Her smile brims with kindness,

And she always laughs a lot.

She had a stall on the market,

For friends to bring and buy,

Then Miss Bamboozle vanished,

No one knows where, when or why.

So if you know a foreign lady,

Who is mysterious and wise,

If she smokes cigars, it may be,

Miss Bamboozle in disguise.


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