Awake. At 4:30 am. With myriad thoughts chasing themselves round and round in my head. I'm trying to divert myself by making good on a promise made a while ago and so here I sit trying to write something, anything, after a long time...
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Since that hasn't really yielded much, it appears, here's a poem instead -
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Since that hasn't really yielded much, it appears, here's a poem instead -
TeeVee
In the house
of Mr and Mrs Spouse
he and she
would watch teevee
and never a word
between them spoken
until the day
the set was broken.
Then 'How do you do?'
said he to she
'I don't believe
that we've met yet.
Spouse is my name.
What's yours?' he asked.
'Why, mine's the same!'
said she to he,
'Do you suppose that we could be - ?'
But the set came suddenly right about,
and so they never did find out.
By Eve Merriam
