poemranker ::Paris 1941-63 by Mister Cakes

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Free verse № 119776

Paris 1941-63

by Mister Cakes

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Feb 2005 · 7 comments

warm, comfort wool only for me, looking after my interests, only empty when you are alone. you are my sock

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7 comments

[6] MacFrantic 7-Feb-05/7:29 PM Reply
it seems that you put about 2 seconds of thought into your poems. And that is not a compliment. *6*
[7] Crakyamuni 8-Feb-05/12:01 PM Reply
I'm not sure about the reference to the time period, but I think socks have sentimental value for poets.
[7] Crakyamuni 8-Feb-05/12:03 PM Reply
"Got more soul than a sock with a hole." Doom.
[n/a] Goad 8-Feb-05/3:39 PM Reply
He spent 22 years in a sock?
Champs-Elysées with some French dude named Jacques?
Unless "sock" is a metaphor,
For the crucial part of a whore --
In which case Mister Cakes is a cock.
[10] Stephen Robins 9-Feb-05/9:00 AM Reply
Masterpiece.
[10] johnnyfontaine23 22-Mar-05/2:25 PM Reply
A shoe-in for a poetry prize.
[10] Art Glocken 23-Mar-05/4:44 AM Reply
Top bombing.