PASTICHE PLEASURES
By YaseminB
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She feels like chicken tonight
With Marmite toast
A welcome break
From green roast
A pound on the hip
You need to lose.
Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra
Trigonometry
Is her heart's desire
And Shakespeare's prose
Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra
Echoes in her ears
Your suitor
In the parlour
The only gal
To know her alphabet
A kindly neighbour
Taught her to read
Schools are for the city folks
Oriantel dance and
Amorous prose
You need to learn!
We need your dowry;
Your daddy is in his death bed.
Her mama said
This is the gypsy way
For a millennia!
So she keeps her hips slim
And masters amorous prose
A fool she was not;
She elopes
To the bright lights of the city
A job in the café
Then night schools
Learning Shakespeare's prose
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Enjoyed your poem, YaseminB.
Enjoyed your poem, YaseminB. Speaking of Marmite. I live in New York and one day decided to buy a jar of Marmite. (We have a shop in town run by a lady from Wales.) I tried it on toast. It went back in the cupboard and and sat there for three years beforeI tossed it out. lol. Please keep writing. I enjoy your work.
Rich
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A thoughtful poem, Yasemin,
A thoughtful poem, Yasemin, with a lovely protagonist showing determination and optimism. It's good to read something uplifting.
By the way, your previous commenter may like to know that some of us have Marmite on our toast every morning!
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