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The Awakening
As i prepare myself
To leave my nice
And cosy retreat
Snug
As a bug, in a rug
I know that shortly
I will have to
Leap out
And expose myself
To the bitter cold
Like a reluctant flasher
And abandon
My ménage a trois
Of my two beloved
Hot water bottles
I am the filling
Within a hot rubber sandwich
But they are now tepid
I feel unloved
By their coolness towards me
A betrayal
Of their intentions
I shall abandon them
With wild abandon
And expose myself
To my ice-pack
Ramshackle shelter
Would of been easier
To simply get out of bed
Rather than
This breakfast of words
by Jemia
To leave my nice
And cosy retreat
Snug
As a bug, in a rug
I know that shortly
I will have to
Leap out
And expose myself
To the bitter cold
Like a reluctant flasher
And abandon
My ménage a trois
Of my two beloved
Hot water bottles
I am the filling
Within a hot rubber sandwich
But they are now tepid
I feel unloved
By their coolness towards me
A betrayal
Of their intentions
I shall abandon them
With wild abandon
And expose myself
To my ice-pack
Ramshackle shelter
Would of been easier
To simply get out of bed
Rather than
This breakfast of words
by Jemia
Published 26th Nov 2021
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26th Mar 2022 8:28am
Haha! love the wit!
My ménage a trois
Of my two beloved
Hot water bottles"
was the best !
lol
My ménage a trois
Of my two beloved
Hot water bottles"
was the best !
lol
26th Mar 2022 12:51pm
thank you, i got to perform this one as a poetic theatre piece, we all wore dressing gowns!
at a local women's group, with 4 women i know, it was both fun, and surreal, but was well
received :)
at a local women's group, with 4 women i know, it was both fun, and surreal, but was well
received :)
