Hi Christina,
I won't ask where yr poems are coming from right now... merely accept that
I'm delighted they're turning up!
Sometimes when I read this I wonder if it's a dog that's doing the
speaking... then I wonder who else could be telling me all this? And there's
a scatty image of someone with loadsa plastic cards and white gloves as long
as it takes her to get round to saying what she wants to say. The poem takes
its time, tho, in a delightful way!
I'm chuckling, chuckling. Today I even muttered "no bollocks" as I passed
some little scruffy dog smirking into the wind - for no other reason than
I'd read it in yr poem!
And the title? Yeh!
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Pet Pooch Pinched by Satan's Sweeper (and a reply to
> Christine B)
>Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 05:31:37 EDT
>
>I'm very sorry to be so unspeakably noisy at the moment. It's because I've
>had builders in, so I'm stuck at home at the computer, bored out of my
>skull.
> The good news is that they finish on Monday:-)
>Anyhow, by way of a reply to Christine's question about the form of the
>last
>pome, this follows the original pattern that one was written in but I
>changed
>the line breaks and made four line stanzas into three line stanzas.
>bw
>christina
>
>
> Pet Pooch Pinched by Satan's Sweeper
>
> After the shampoo and shears,
> I was left with the sweepings.
> Monsoon boots - it was dressed to kill -
> all curls, double-soled and Velcroed.
>
> I was left with the sweepings.
> Diamond collar, silk leash,
> all curls, double-soled and Velcroed -
> I'm used to that.
>
> Diamond collar, silk leash -
> the world at its paws.
> I'm used to that -
> that Bollywood, cock your leg on my door,
>
> the world at its paws.
> Mumbai mistress in Versace,
> Bollywood cock your leg on my door.
> No bollocks - they were snipped.
>
> Mumbai mistress in Versace,
> chauffeur to Malabar Hills.
> No bollocks. They were snipped
> long ago when its tail was docked.
>
> Chauffeur to Malabar Hills,
> buttered meat for supper.
> Long ago, when its tail was docked,
> I lived on dal and rice. No pickles.
>
> Buttered meat for supper -
> I like buttered meat. Very tasty.
> I lived on dal and rice. No pickles.
> Here, poochi-woochi. Nice doggy...
>
> I like buttered meat. Very tasty
> after the shampoo and shears.
> Here, poochi-woochi, nice doggy...
> Monsoon boots? It was dressed to kill.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> christina fletcher
>
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