The Prostitute

He did her assignments;

He gave up his lunch;

He even paid her rents;

He had a hunch;

She called them friends;

They were numerous;

Outings without ends;

He was right;

Though she was cute;

A lady of late nights;

She was a PROSTITUTE!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm not one for comments, but this poem is meant, for my dear friend Chris, whose heart was broken.

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