Laura has challenged me to write a poem about this. She's promised to write another one in response. This may be rubbish and rather self-indulgent, but here goes...
Cushions
I used to hug you,
many moons ago,
when we lived together.
But those days are gone,
and now I hug you
hardly ever.
I used to squeeze you
while I sat on the sofa,
watched telly or read.
But then I moved out,
and you went to live
with my old flatmate instead.
And now that you're not
on my sofa at home,
when I see you somewhere,
I forget to hold you,
I simply sit on you
as if you weren't there.
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Over to you, Laura...
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I'm sorry but it made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteThen my plan is working...
ReplyDeleteCheck this out: I wrote a response, then read it to my mum, who then spontaneously poured out her own ode to cushions.
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http://lauralikespeas.blogspot.com/2010/12/cushions-mums-response-to-my-response.html
ps. No Phil, no, you've got it all wrong. Poetry is a serious business, never to be mixed with laughter.