HEM : Adult Poetry

~HEM~

He doesn’t know it Paints pallets pretty colors Sews hearts, his canvas Collects woman As paintings Shoots their pictures Knows how to woo hems Got a big ego Wears fine clothes Smells like money He’s a big attorney Cheats on his wives Woman are His fine art of collection hearts his masterpieces Last wife drank To ease her pain Then he married again a fellow attorney Wears fine clothes Smelled like money He painted her heart With rosy hues Sews her woes She divorced her husband They cheated on mates met their match She’s doing it to him He’s doing it too her He doesn’t know it Cause it’s all about Hem scribed by the blue rose May 2007