Tiresome days at the office float by,
Soul mates with the television.
The dining room choked by dust,
Always eating on the couch.
Until the time arrived
When a switch flickered in his ageing mind:
His days would run smoother
If he packed an eraser.
The wig was sewn
And red velvet did appear;
Church orchard was the scene
Where heart and soul grew near.
Graceful dip to knees
Joined by the trace of a raging smile;
This epic wait had been worth the while.
A contest entry
- Who Is She? by Gypsie Ink.
300 points, ended July 18, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Fantastic!
I read it once, didn't click. I read it again, and OMG! I so got it. Brilliant and sensational! Thank you for your entry and Best of luck in my contest.
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