It was 5 o’clock <br />I hurried to get home <br />Tripped on the sidewalk <br />Just to find myself alone <br /> <br />My baby left me to wander <br />In the dark looking for a little tramp <br />Made me an Irish mousse and ditched my dinner <br />Cried on a commercial thinking of the vamp <br /> <br />After a whole lot of cream and chocolate <br />Euphoric thoughts stimulated some of my senses <br />Laughing at my jealousies didn’t notice it’s late <br />I better call my baby and see what he says<br /><br />Kay Barcelon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-baby-and-the-tramp/
