Fawney-rig: trick, game of dropping a ring. A common fraud thus practised:—a fellow drops a brass ring, double gilt, which he picks up before the party meant to be cheated, and to whom he disposes of it for less than its supposed, and ten times more than its real, value. / Phony
An engagement ring,
the day had finally come
you would be my wife.
You chuckled at me,
I harbored no suspiction;
so smitten I was.
The ring was pure gold;
your love, fictitious as brass.
You left me heartsick.
A crumpled letter,
and a cold ring on the floor
yelling your farewell.
I hope you are enjoying these little pieces of poetry that I´m doing this month.
If you missed the former posts, you can find them here:
- A is for Absinthe
- B is for Benjo
- C is for Carriwitchet
- D is for Dashed hopes
- E is for Evening Wheezes / Envy
Here you can go to the Linky to the #BlogchatterA2Z post for the letter F
I´d love to hear from you. if you have any comment, or want to know more about this story, you can post a comment. Also, if you are doing the #AtoZChallenge, please drop here your link, I´d be happy to read your blog posts. 😀
such a cute little piece of poetry. enjoyed it!
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Thank you! 😀
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