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By Phil
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24 October 2007 |
Inspired by Josie. (but not the last two verses)
Autumn
Now that summer’s over
The skies are brightest blue.
Skip through the fallen leaves
And get dog turd on your shoe.
The temperature has fallen
And days are drawing in.
Summer’s but a memory
Circa nineteen hundred ten.
I wouldn’t mind the frost
On car’s frozen over glass
If lamplight lit the body
Of a naked, lithesome lass.
Her nipples would be standing up
Quite pert and pretty rigid.
But chances of a little tweak
Are slim because she’s frigid.
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Heavens Help Us All!
Written by Josie (2825 comments posted) 24th October 2007 | | Ha Ha - - - - - I didn't know that my autumn poems would bring out such talent from the depths of Lancashire. Goodness me! In a cold wet climate like Lancashire going around the lamplit streets naked? Whatever next! I'll choose my subject with more care next time. ha ha |
Written by gshelme (152 comments posted) 24th October 2007 | If you're really quick and look out of your window, that bright thing in the sky is the sun.
Gill ( Lancashire)  |
Written by Fledermaus (3448 comments posted) 24th October 2007 | Heheh... Yes, winter is cold. Always a very nice combination of craftmanship, the mundane and something uhm... well...
Let's just say your poems are enjoyable  | A good chuckle
Written by ianhobsonuk (169 comments posted) 24th October 2007 | | I had a good chuckle at this one. I think we must all have been rustling leaves in the sunshine at the weekend. |
Written by maipenrai (784 comments posted) 25th October 2007 | good one, put a smile on my face.
Bernie |
Written by JohnFHamill (34 comments posted) 18th November 2007 |
Pretty good! A great combination of surroundings and situation (or feelings). |
Written by blogbrush (33 comments posted) 17th December 2007 | i love poetry that mixes a bit of the high style and the low, or rather a poetic muse reigned in with a sudden crude image, like your shit beneath the autumn leaves. kind of reminds me of The Streets, when one minute Mike Skinner is on about condensation floating off his breath in the sunlight and in the next line realising his pants are a bit of tight, he must have washed them on too high a setting. the last verse in particular made me chuckle.
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