Samovar

Another deja vu moment

Another wry smile

Reading this I cannot help but imagine I am sitting in the parlor on a rather uncomfortable horsehair stuffed chair, sipping my tea and observing this exchange. Love this - and read aloud it's even better.

S2

is great, we'll allow for the Aunt actually saying that, however the end line comes off to me not as an unhammered nail, but one that has actually fallen out of the hole.
Cossack> samovar (good)
Cossack.> samovar> cello?
Musician > polished wood (I changed mahogany).>cello
end refers back to the beginning
just my take
5ed

Wow

I have never had such a conversation with a relative that I wasn't married to. Actually I never had that conversation with him, either. Things are steamy up North, eh? I liked the shadow of your smile.

It is a swell poem

Leave the shit alone! Only a twit has the need to rewrite other peoples poems.

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Oh I say :) naughty Aunty midst the cucumber sandwiches and Earl Grey tea :)