The perfect metaphor
The perfect metaphor
She tore another empty paper from her writer’s block
“I need a metaphor that works here...” -suddenly, a knock.
And there it stood, well-suited, matching tie: “may I come in?
I am a metaphor, so please employ me as stand-in.”
She tore another empty paper from her writer’s block
“I need a metaphor that works here...” -suddenly, a knock.
And there it stood, well-suited, matching tie: “may I come in?
I am a metaphor, so please employ me as stand-in.”
Reacties op dit gedicht
| fallen angel of tears: | Dinsdag, maart 08, 2005 17:26 |
| this one is really good.. wish it was that simple.. liefs, |
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| Rino Saurus: | Vrijdag, maart 04, 2005 02:19 |
| Jaja, voor woordspelingen moet je bij Hein zijn. ;) (I'm working on a comical poem on writer's block, you bastard... :p) ;) |
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| Holy Merry Me: | Maandag, februari 21, 2005 17:39 |
| hihi :) hijs fijn... ging het maar zo makkelijk... *zucht* ;) liefs |
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