Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Snapdragons Crackle

Snapdragons crackle

in the air for Maura

and her flowing gait, 

a swagger neither Nora

nor Maureen would ever

let a suitor savor.

Maura knows 

that in her wake

men with scythes

and burlap sacks,

creep like gators,

eyes afire, jaws agape.

Nora and Maureen

can smell these men.

Unlike Maura

and her flowing gait,

Nora and Maureen will smile,

take their time and wait.

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The way young women (or mature women) walk has always been intriguing for most men. Before tattoos became an accessory almost as common as earrings, ladies who walked carefully were often quick to criticize ladies who did not. The problem is, some women have no governor to regulate their sway and unseemly admirers can sometimes be a problem.