O
the voluptuous girth
of you
yr full mouth
yr
tiny tiny waist
I love
to twirl
between forefinger and thumb
yr long tapering body
rich aromas
the blush
of yr beauty
the swill
of yr full-bodied flavours
down
my
gullet
10 thoughts on “Ode Not to a Nightingale”
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John Malone 
Would this be a nightingale speaking to a worm?
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o that is brilliant, Chelsea!!! I never thought of that interpretation but I guess it could 🙂 that’s the trouble with these sort of poems: they can easily go awry
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Interesting to have read your follow-up piece before this one! I like them both.
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thanks very much; it’s interesting; they’re so different yet they are symbiotic 🙂
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Love. This. Makes me thirsty! 🙂
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Haha – very good! 🙂
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Good! I’m glad you got it 🙂
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😉🖤
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I thought the same too. It could also be an ode to Chicken or Turkey, since it has voluptuous girth.
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ummm interesting; maybe it’s richer for containing so many possibilities but poorer for lacking focus?
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