SOFA
I wanted to drink fine Champaign
and to go dancing in the rain.
The opera would have been nice
and supper after would suffice.
I love a fancy chandelier
when I am dining with you, dear.
A candelabra all lit up
would suit me as we cuddle up.
Instead I'm sitting feeling torn
so melancholy and forlorn.
I sit on this settee alone
just waiting for the telephone.
A zealous clerk is why I wait
for you and I to celebrate.
I have this innate dread you see
of officious bureaucracy.
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Apes words
Innate - Zealous - Melancholy - Officious - Forlorn
Settee - Candelabra - Chandelier - Champaign - Opera
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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