Lady (licks) brown lipstick
by John Metcalfe
Smears and smiles brown hue
Obsequious eiders cajole weary fish
Lady amber smells great smiles
Westerlies weather wondering willows
Whilst wenches write wantonly
Aeolus blasts breaths no more
Bidding forgiveness all around
Sick dog black asks round head why?
No answer to answer any answer no
To transport tender thyme through
Treacherous trails takes tactful thought.