On hearing the news
'It's all too sad'she said,
lifting up
some bit of lace
to dab
'More cake dear?'
the surreptitious shrug
of a crumb
which was pounced upon,
devoured
'I simply can't abide'
as he left the room
summarily dismissed
by the sheerest flick
he'd dimmed the light
while he stood
an incumbent schoolboy
yearning to go out
while bad news
was imparted
that was when
he started to grow
'It's just too sad,
I cannot abide.
Would you care
for more?'
Cake wrapped
in napkins,
four corners
neatly squared,
a treat
to make the
bitter truth
a little more
sweet.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-06-08 at 13:08
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