A match not made in heavenA Poem by BeccyFor Hazel, who made the right decision.The light was dim, dear Josephine drew gloves upon her feet, paused the while to contemplate, then sighed, "this feels so sweet. Each toe I own is singly clad, so snug, quite safe and sound, 'tis comfort of most pleasant sort of that I'm truly bound." "Ahh, Josephine, dear Josephine," her bearded father said, "come child, eschew such frippery, today's the day you wed. You cannot dream all of your days now a bride you are to be, just think if fish walked on the land and man swam in the sea." "Dear father," Josephine replied, her eyes demurely cast, "I do not love poor Wilberforce, 'tis a union sore miscast. He laughs when 'ere I pen a rhyme, his attention is quite fleet, and though I've begged him many times he wears socks upon his feet. His toes are cold, so too his nose, his eyes are colder still, and I've no wish to marry him for all the coffee in Brazil. So tell him I have just expired, pray father, tell this ruse, for each toe I own is snugly clad in gloves, not silly shoes." © 2015 BeccyReviews
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14 Reviews Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 24, 2015 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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