Moan Lisa Moan Date: Tuesday, 15th September 2020 @ 08:20:58 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: jamesstockdale Moan Lisa moan It/'/s okay now that you are grown Satin sheets abound New mysteries to be found Moan Lisa Moan Go ahead; nobody/'/s home The doors are locked No need to look at the clock Lets frolic in our socks Roll around in my king-sized bed To the point, we/'/re almost dead Moan Lisa moan This poem is Copyright © jamesstockdale Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=premium/MemNewsDetail&story_id=474