Very Bad Archive
Musings on Being Apart
Marlene Shipley
I'd feather my nest with hair from your chest;
I'd feather my bed with hair from your head;
I'd make a new sash with locks
of moustache;
I'd mend your old slacks with hair from your back;
But oh, when I think of how hairless you'd be,
I'm suddenly sad you're no longer with me.
Marlene Shipley has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Marlene's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Marlene's latest works: