Red Lipstick on the Thames (a haiku)
Posted on
May 30, 2012
Posted in: Loving the Entrepreneur, Random Musings
He leans to kiss me, But stops; sees my red lipstick, And leaves me hanging. – –
He leans to kiss me, But stops; sees my red lipstick, And leaves me hanging. – –
There are the travel stories you can tell everyone. The people at the bus stop, your dentist, your co-workers. You can safely tell them about how you went to Southern California and it poured every day, or how in Scotland they offer scotch as a topping for oatmeal. You can do this without fear of…