Loving notes sent through the mail;
Everlasting paper trail;
Treasured items through the years
Thoughts that bring a smile or tears
Every letter a surprise
Ready for enquiring eyes.
Saved and savoured as they're read;
Do you prefer email instead?
(Surely not!)
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Hopper
DISILLUSION
"I know I told you on Saturday night
That we had a future that was really bright.
But then you were in that satin dress
And you looked a vision of loveliness.
I loved the way it reached your ankles.
But here's the thing that really rankles....
Now you've stripped off to your bra
And panties, I can see you are
So much sturdier than before,
When your pretty dress reached to the floor.
All my passion has evaporated.
It cannot be too firmly stated.
I somehow cannot take my eyes
Off those really enormous thighs!"
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2 comments:
Enjoyed your 'letters' poem. There definitely IS something special about holding a hand-written letter in one's hand! (Email isn't QUITE the same.)
Surely snail mail wins each time.
Your poetry jam link isn't quite right.
Your comment made me smile.
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