Assorted mouldy items in the 'fridge,
Not returning calls for many days,
A condom wrapper in the rubbish bin,
Perhaps it won't be likely that she stays.
Hairballs clogging up the bath drain pipe,
Rubbish strewn for metres down the hall,
Odours she describes as "really ripe",
Don't make your chances look that good at all.
Egg stains on the couch (we hope it's egg!),
Something slimy crawling in the sink,
Insect droppings lying on the sheets,
Are not conducive to romance, we think.
Can't be much fun to date the missing link!
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Author Notes
Today's word:
anaphrodesiac (n.) anything that diminishes sexual appetite.
I did this as an acrostic mainly for one reason. I found it virtually impossible to include the word in the body of the poem, and distinguish between anaphrodesiac and an aphrodesiac; which are, of course exact opposites.
Also, please note - British spellings (mouldy, odour) are by choice.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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