Dear Sofa

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If the world was different

I could write you a letter

A bon mot from the naughty step

Written in her blood

Though she felt no pain

 

Exchanging body fluids

How shall I count the ways ?

The end of the innocence indeed:

 

We’re a long way from that

A long way from Maidenhead and

The darkened aftermath

Convicts us still

If you know where to look

In the velveteen clints & grykes.

You’ve seen a lot, dear Sofa -

More than mum would care to know.

◄ Leaves on the line

Black & White ►

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 12th Jan 2011 07:15

Deflowering? I think you're a bit late for that! ;-)

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Banksy

Tue 11th Jan 2011 21:25

Thanks very much.
Dear madame Cyn - I could indeed omit line 1, but I'm writing a letter to a sofa (which I thought was a bit "unreal" - even for me) -hence line one.
She felt no pain - I felt insulted.
Ann - some poor Oxfam type is probably sitting on yon cushion right now thinking of the rather malodorous-ness of it !Antonionionionioni - believe me - I have NEVER felt guilty bout deflowering a young virgin - or even a few older ones, cum to that Eh?? (what say you Ann??)

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Antonionioni

Tue 11th Jan 2011 20:59

Good tension between guilt and lack of guilt!

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 11th Jan 2011 14:51

Hey, what a great title for an autobiography!"Bon mots from the naughty step". Not mine of course! This poem does remind me of an old floor cushion I used to have though . . .

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 11th Jan 2011 12:30

A very good one, Banksy. A point to consider: Why not step right into your subject by eliminating the first line, and proceeding "I write you a letter'. What do you feel the first line adds as the set-up for the whole idea? I'm genuinely interested.

P.S. Are you sure she felt no pain?

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