SWEET SIXTEEN

SWEET SIXTEEN


Yes, she is sweet sixteen, still,
She’s surely sour sometimes.
Those moments, hardest ones, seem
Surprising, sinister.

She cries, she laughs suddenly.
She’s disgusting, stubborn.
Senselessly shocking she is,
Showing gross tactlessness.

Shall she cause someone’s swooning?
Shall as spinster she stay?
Foolish is speculation;
Let’s assume she succeeds.


* Written in 7-6-7-6 syllabic format

• Written for “Letters 'R Us” weekly contest, "Invalid Item" , Round 2. The requirement was that each word in the poem must have the letter s.



M C Gupta
3 August 2007