Satire Poetry posted February 22, 2014 |
The perils of drunk-dialing
Nightcap
by Marillion
Nightcap Discarding caution at the midnight hour, He made his bold pronouncement via phone, Encouraged by a too-tall whiskey sour And urgent echoes from a night alone. I see…was all he got for his confession, But such replies can prove confusing when A poet's long-sequestered love obsession Goes public with the tongue, and not the pen. But still he hoped for more— for words withheld Until she knew he felt the same way, too. He sat and waited and, as silence swelled, He shrank beneath the tone of her adieu. She never said good-bye— her answer was The proxy droning of a dial-tone buzz. |
Recognized |
Shakespearean sonnet.
This is NOT a true story. I get ideas for storylines, and I rarely drink, so this isn't biographical. Thanks for reading.
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and 2 member cents. This is NOT a true story. I get ideas for storylines, and I rarely drink, so this isn't biographical. Thanks for reading.
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