Ah,C,

I confess I went straight to lewd thoughts - a sad reflection on me, I'm
afraid (not your content, just the idea of - well never mind LOL).


Mr DV sounds an irresistible force of nature - glad he has the decency to
drop the rat.

Cheers,

Frank


The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.tales-of-faust.com/



>             Nightly
>
>             Mr Deepvoice comes with a fat brown rat,
>             drops it at my door and waits.
>             My bed's clean, my sheets fresh and starched -
>             I won't let you in, Mr Deepvoice.
>
>             You're black and moulting, my sheets are white.
>             I've sprinkled Moondew oil on my pillow,
>             I'm listening to the radio. Forget it.
>             Mr Deepvoice issues unearthly sounds -
>
>             pyramidical meows, sphinxotic yowls -
>             warnings of gales in Viking, Southeast Iceland,
>             severe gale 9 in North Utshire - dangles
>             from my doorhandle.  No way, Mr Deepvoice
>
>             but before you can say Lily Bolero,
>             he's in, nuclear missile of a beast,
>             flinging himself into the bed, purring.
>             Mission accomplished, fat brown rat forgotten.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>             christina fletcher
>
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