Photo CreditsA Goodbye Kiss
To buss a woman one saw in the rye
For a chap could be all sir Garnets, aye!
Peterman, he’d tike ‘er on a vile route
Drinks a hogshead, then leaves! ‘Er pain’s acute
why Some only leave their dupe’s intact
why Some only know their harm’s impact
To kiss the soil of the discovered land
as a sign of goodwill, an open hand
extended widely, visibly and fair
curiosity leads it to a fresh lair
why Few only leave some shards of their heart
why Few only kiss it when they depart