A Russian Doll
By luigi_pagano
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I am so excited, I’m expecting a call
long distance, from Vladivostok.
I’ll hear Ludmilla, a nice Russian doll,
who’ll ring, precisely, at one o’clock.
We have not yet physically met
but we’ve come across in cyber space.
Monday is a day that I won’t forget
for it was when I first saw her face.
I am determined that I will catch her
and I’ve asked her to come to my villa
leaving behind her favourite dacha.
Can’t bear the suspense, it is a thriller.
I have made it clear I intend to proffer
a marriage proposal she can accept,
that there’s riches in my money coffer
although at romancing I’m quite inept.
It was the latter that was my downfall,
she told me with the greatest regret,
when at long last she made that call,
that her reply would have to be niet *
© Luigi Pagano 2014
* Phonetic transcription of нет (No).
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Sad ending to what started
Sad ending to what started out so full of hope. I really liked the poem though. And the picture. I've always been fascinated by Russian dolls - of the wooden variety. There's humour in your poem, but I hope it's not a true story.
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Loved it for the humour and
Loved it for the humour and authenticity. I keep on getting emails from such people, it''s a great pity they are the wrong sex and want a partner with a big one... lol!
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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The issue is that she could
The issue is that she could have had a whopper herself. Nothing is as it seems on the web and you convey this with sparkly wit and crossed wires.
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nothing is
is ever what it seems, alas. lol! I haven't got a big one, not at all. lol!
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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