Sunday 28 July 2013

I was told there’d be cake



I was told there’d be cake but instead there was pie
It occurred to me later I should have asked ‘why?’
You made it quite clear what you wanted was tart,
I frowned at you quickly and laughed ‘don’t you start!

(by Sally)
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  1. Stratford Wordsmiths26 August 2013 at 16:04

    This is fun - would like to see some further verses, R

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  2. Stratford Wordsmiths27 August 2013 at 12:58

    Intriguing, clever word play. Really enjoyed this and will look forward to discussing tomorrow. Reminds me of a poem I love...

    I'm an alcoholic for your love.
    But then I suppose you've heard.
    You left me pretty shaken,
    did I ever leave you stirred?
    You said we'd drink each other dry,
    seems you're not thirsty any more.
    You left me amid the empties,
    sipping heartache through a straw.



    I forget who it's by! BG

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