Poet in Residence
By Terrence Oblong
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“You found us all right then?”
“No problem finding you,” I said, “It was signposted right from the motorway. It took a while to get through security though. Do you really need three separate checkpoints?”
“It is a high security prison.”
“I just thought the point of security was to stop people getting out. Not to stop them getting in.”
“Well you’re in now, anyway.”
“And I’m pleased to be here. It’s a real honour.”
“We’re very excited to have a real life poet in our midst.”
“The pleasure’s all mine. It’s wonderful to have the chance to do something positive.”
“Good. Well I’ll show you to your cell now.”
“My cell? Oh I don’t need a cell, it’s not like I have to change.”
“You misunderstand. You’re the new poet ‘in residence’.”
“Yes, but that just means I’m teaching poetry to the inmates.”
“Teaching it? The whole point of locking up poets is to prevent poetry, not encourage it.”
“But the ad said...”
Too late, I realised who had shown me the ad in the first place. My arch rival, The Other Terrence Oblong.
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aha, I can see this
aha, I can see this spiralling into a Poetic war of Trump proportions. Perhaps the Kornean missle criisis will take precedence, perhaps not. The other Terrace is Oblong.
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