Ernestine Northover Poems

In the evening, when he's got the time to spend with me,
He goes and falls asleep watching TV,
Is it because we're now a wee bit old,
And our feelings for each other have perhaps grown cold,
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I hop on a bus, I race for a train,
Just to get back to see you again,
I hail a late taxi, and when I get there,
'She' opens the door with a 'rose' in her hair.
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Wouldn't it be fun if you could just unzip your skin,
And change the way that you'd like to appear,
One day perhaps, you could be, someone tall and thin,
And then the next, a person aged and dear.
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Relax, I only just want to drill a little,
And this silver tube will remove the spittle,
Then your mouth will feel nice and dry,
Ready for me to quickly try,
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Mellow meadows, shimmering in summers heat,
dipping down the valley,
rolling down the steep
hillside.
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You entered my space
The space that was mine alone
It was my cocoon
I felt safe there.
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I sit on my bed, and look across at my sage green towelling robe,
hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

Does he still 'fancy' me,
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Stuck in a rut,
That's me, and shut
In by routine,
Do you know what I mean!
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I'm facing you now, I have no more fear
Of you trying to rule my life,
You' ve treated me ill, and now it's quite clear,
I consider, I'm no longer your wife.
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Tossing turban style contours, with an aloofness as one passes by,
Utilizing every charm it possesses, under a lupin blue cloudless sky,
Like a guardsman, gallantly standing, holding up his noble head high,
In rainbow colours, brilliant and stately, a vision to surely yield a sigh,
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