Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Sophia
I never have met you, Sophia,
but we talk everyday on the phone.
Your voice has the sweetness of honey
tasted fresh come from the comb.
With cadence and timbre seductive
The sirens' call comes from your lips.
It has the effect on male members
as the sway of a pretty girls' hips.
A beautiful Greek from the Islands
skin kissed by the sun, I suppose.
Or maybe you're fat and your fifty
and wearing a Mu Mu- who knows?
I prefer to surmise you're a beauty.
with velvet smooth skin and brown eyes.
A girl with a voice of an angel
like Michaelangelo would devise.
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black