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Straight
She was totally straight
In her mind, in her life, in her deed.
Refused to bend
(To the displeasure of her boyfriend)
One day, on the road at the wheel of her
Fabulous crimson red Jaguar convertible
Straight as usual, but one small, tiny pleasure
She refused to give up was to indulge in a bit of speeding
Even on country roads where farmers rules.
Too late, after the bend, she saw the small moving truck,
Hit it, stuff flew out
And she was immediately covered
With a load of cow manure.
In her mind, in her life, in her deed.
Refused to bend
(To the displeasure of her boyfriend)
One day, on the road at the wheel of her
Fabulous crimson red Jaguar convertible
Straight as usual, but one small, tiny pleasure
She refused to give up was to indulge in a bit of speeding
Even on country roads where farmers rules.
Too late, after the bend, she saw the small moving truck,
Hit it, stuff flew out
And she was immediately covered
With a load of cow manure.
Published 5th Nov 2022
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Written for a competition.......
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5th Nov 2022 4:54pm
Neat!
Those of us who are ever so slightly
uncouth expected a different last word.
(me included.)
Those of us who are ever so slightly
uncouth expected a different last word.
(me included.)
5th Nov 2022 6:42pm
Sorry to say that sometimes (shit) happens.
PS: you want to write your list line and let me see.......?
Regards, Robert.
PS: you want to write your list line and let me see.......?
Regards, Robert.
5th Nov 2022 9:34pm
No, no need you've already used it
in your response, above.
What I will say though is that your piece
reminds me of one written by that Brit poet
Sir John Betjeman. I've forgotten most of it
except for a few bits.
It's about some driver who'd only
" give way to a Jag' "
And ends with this line
"...the corner is accepting its kill "
And like yours, Neat!
Regards from Rew.
in your response, above.
What I will say though is that your piece
reminds me of one written by that Brit poet
Sir John Betjeman. I've forgotten most of it
except for a few bits.
It's about some driver who'd only
" give way to a Jag' "
And ends with this line
"...the corner is accepting its kill "
And like yours, Neat!
Regards from Rew.
18th Nov 2022 3:40pm
I could have sworn this was going in a different direction (sexually wise), but you certainly brought a twist and turn to the story (pun intended). It's ironic that the first time she indulges in something she's not used to this happens, life lesson perhaps.
Well done.
Well done.
