"I wish you discomfort"
Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
That I would lift a pin to see you there;
You may, for me, be prowling anywhere,
So long as you show not your little head:
No dark and evil story of the dead
Would leave you less pernicious or less fair—
Not even Lilith, with her famous hair;
And Lilith was the devil, I have read.
I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.
The woods were golden then. There was a road
Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed
Like yours. Truth must have heard me from afar,
For I shall never have to learn again
That yours are cloven as no beech’s are.
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Why are you grumpy, Ramon? tell us all about it
I'm not grumpy Squib.
The bloke who wrote the poem is grumpy.
The cat is grumpy but she's always in a foul temper.
That is awesome
Now as soon as my fellow minon returns with my fish burger, my day will be complete.
He's being a bit bitchy about his ex, I gather
MCL I like your hair that colour
But isn't it glorious that he went to all the trouble to write a poem just to bitch about his ex?
Instead of just writing she is a slut on the backs of toilet doors.
merci - my natural colour
Certainly beats dumping somebody on Twitter.
or sneaking into their flat via the extra set of keys they leave stashed in one of those little magnetic boxes attached to the down pipe and dialing the italian speaking clock and leaving the phone off the hook
Remind me not to get you mad at me, MCL.
This poem is ace.
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