There was once a woman— not of vice,
Nice, she'd warm lonely beds for a price;
A poet hired her once,
No, no, not for romance,
Get inspired by this woman of ice!
Poets do pine for muse
That they think be of use,
But oh to get inspired by frost ice!
The poet may have felt,
The ice is known to melt.
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What a job, getting into cold, lonely beds! An enterprising Russian woman (Victoria Ivachyova,21)hit upon a profession— warming beds for a price at £65 per night (no physical contact) . She was inspired by a book wherein a poet paid a female typist to warm his bed. It did help him regain his writing inspiration. Well, she must be a woman of ice, as this ditty feels.
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Happenings | 03.02.2017 |
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I would like to translate this poem
Ice melts and poets know this. Amazing humorous words are wisely expressed and this is a brilliant poem.10
Thank you Kumarmani Mahakul, with all the philosophy you deal with, you also have a sense of humour.