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Free verse № 8363

Coat hanger

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Aug 2002 · 1 comment

I'm the coat hanger in your wardrobe Waiting for the chance To see you disrobe I hang all day and wait for the night Off come the clothes and on comes the light I sit and I look, and can't help but to stare As you cover me with your dress and stand in underwear You close the wardrobe door And I want to take to task Your underwear on the floor And I am dying to ask Why I don't get to see As you take off your bottom layer Why I'm hidden in the wardrobe While the furniture gets to stare

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 4-Sep-02/8:39 PM Reply
Personified furniture is the best thing ever. I have written a series of short, incomprehensible tales about a magical hat and shoe who live in an enchanted wardrobe and then meaninglessly attack people. I will keep them to myself, I think.