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Room 34 Ashford Hospital

by Caducus

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Oct 2004 · Edited 11 May 2006 · 6 comments

Her cold marbled hand left my grasp and the changeling appeared shrieking cunt, cunt. Pristine orderlies arrived Her eyes darkened to onyx crying for her Mummy as she combed her scalp, leaving ploughs of coral scurf. Sedated, she spoke my name, surrounded by snapshots of bygone holidays where she’d cover my shoulders from the sun, looking like a woman, and not a ghost haunted by this life before her. I leave her with something new, from old times hoping she’ll remember knowing that she won’t. I kiss her sanguine cheek whispering I love her, she pushes me away smiling with tears brining her eyes. inspired by 'The Arundel Tomb' by P.Larkin

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[10] zodiac 11-Oct-04/5:26 AM Reply
I've found that effectively parodying this poem requires changing fewer than ten words. The last line, especially, should be changed to:

with brine-shrimp tearing at my eyes.

I do hope someone gives it a shot.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 11-Oct-04/5:46 AM Reply
Oh goodness, your swear has sent shivers of naughtiness up and down my spine. Did you know that Hobos have a top speed of four miles per hour?
[7] daggatolar 11-Oct-04/6:38 AM Reply
to be found out that your love means nothing, unable to stop the tears from rocking down from her eyes, you deserve this rejection
[n/a] Caducus › daggatolar 11-Oct-04/10:41 AM Reply
Its about PArkinsons disease so i doubt the son deserved the rejection
[8] New Life Drug 12-Oct-04/9:59 PM Reply
saweeeet I love disease
[8] Edna Sweetlove 15-May-06/4:48 PM Reply
Very cunty funny.