Half the Battle

So I give in, and go to see
A friend up in Seattle;
She knows that getting me to come
Is more than half the battle

Oh, yes, the battle’s lost as we
Walk up and down the streets:
For she’s a jacket I must wear
That’s made out of
Her bedsheets

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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