He presumed, should I imagine
to prepare a port poached pear,
fan spread on porcelain pearlescent;
I must have need of a task,
put away a poets mask,
occupy my febrile effervescence.
Then passed me a shovel
for spirits detumescence.
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originally subbed 22.12.08
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Comments
rjnewlyn | January 4, 2011 - 00:54
I don't think I saw the original but this is excellent. Great alliteration. Not entirely sure what it's about but feels very appropriate for the post-festivities season.
Rob
lenchenelf | January 4, 2011 - 16:09
Thanks Rob and sorry, it should have been labelled 'humour' as per original posting and yes, it is about getting ones 'act' together..the pragmatic as opposed to fanciful :-) lena xx
rjnewlyn | January 4, 2011 - 23:58
Hercules would have been proud of you!
Rob
lenchenelf | January 6, 2011 - 09:36
...believe me, I've got a lot of it to shift :-) xx Lena