by cricketjeff on September 21, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Hush, she mustn’t hear us
She’s getting rather near us


You can’t be heard
Not a word

Tied and gagged
Tightly bagged

Clothes cut away
Not needed today

Tied to chair
Completely bare

Then drugged

New hair do
Designed for you

Clothes, all new
Just a few

Coming round
Hear a sound

No crash
Just a flash

The lengths I must goto
To get a bloody photo!!!!
Author notes
Rather different for me, I might tell me it’s not really a poem, loose
structure, ragged rhythm. But it rhymes and gets the job done and I started
this sentence with but!!!

The inspiration knows who she is. Not gone this far