Feb11

Shoe

Posted on February 11, 2013 by catherinecrosswell

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Not again

You’ve trod on it

Squished it right in

in all the grooves

The stink

The Stench

There’s love on your

shoe

Don’t tread it in

We don’t want love on the carpet!

I’ve just hoovered

Keep yourself

contained in the porch

We’ll deal with this love

under the outside tap

I have a blunt knife

to scrape

and

blow torch

to scorch

all

this

love away

wipe

Let me look at them now

Show me your feet

Your left soul

There

all neat

No love remaining

Come

Take a Seat

An almost valentine poem. You might have noticed I’ve changed the name of my Blog
CupCakes have evolved and grown into a certain kind of ideal over the last year.
I will still eat fairy cakes.

7 responses »

Polly Robinson on February 11, 2013 at 12:00 pm said:

heh-heh … you do have a way with words ~ I like your new Blog name 🙂

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- catherinecrosswell on February 11, 2013 at 12:08 pm said:
  
  Thanks Polly. The CupCakes had to go!
  
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  - Polly Robinson on February 11, 2013 at 12:43 pm said:
    
    Ah, cup cakes, so passe 🙂 Now fairy cakes … a different matter entirely.
garylongden on February 11, 2013 at 4:56 pm said:

May your cup cake rice paper be neatly folded, the taste of their contents fondly remembered.

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- catherinecrosswell on February 14, 2013 at 11:18 am said:
  
  Hmmmmm – now rice paper cases could work! Perhaps CupCakes are not a lost cause.
  
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hollyannegetspoetic on February 11, 2013 at 5:11 pm said:

If there are any cupcakes feeling abandoned, let me eat them before they go stale..? 😉

Really like this poem – the idea of love being treated as something quite unpalatable is a clever device – brought me up short! Like it.

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- catherinecrosswell on February 14, 2013 at 11:16 am said:
  
  Thanks Holly 🙂
  
  I can’t ban the CupCake and I will eat them if forced- But I will share if I have spare!
  
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