Sir_Nigel Posted April 25, 2008 Share Posted April 25, 2008 A lady once told me that what got her going was a skilful poetic technique. A well structured poem got her juices a-flowing and a firm grasp of rhythm made her weak. She longed for a master of language and style, and her words seemed directed at me. We talked about meter and rhyme for a while whilst her eyes hinted what later might be. ‘You mean girls show their titties for second rate ditties?’ I asked in amazement at that. ‘Or for well-crafted verse they’ll dress up as a nurse in black stockings and a little white hat?’ She smiled at me weakly, and with some disbelief - the atmosphere suddenly cold. But I’d brushed her off gently and with no small relief, she was rather too grey and too old. But if I’d known as a lad that a girl could be had with some verse and a neat bit of rhyme, I’d have polished my metaphors and had ‘em in bed afore they’d realised that my poem didn’t quite scan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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