Friday, May 14, 2004

The Cursed Cheap.

(A Poem of Unworthiness)

O Pantyhose!
You promised strong hold--
Clutching my thigh all day,
Not a slip, inch down--
And yet at Jules Joffrin*,
I found you 'round my knees,
to stop and buy new.

O Pantleg!
You of the fragile hem--
A mere tug by a passerby's foot,
and you display your frayed self--
Dragged the Paris sidewalk
As I ran
For tape to hold you up.

*The Metro stop near Emily's apartment in 2004.


At 8:09 AM, Blogger Michael said...

Haha, that's a good one. Not that I know about it from experience.

At 7:43 PM, Blogger Virgil the Pilgrim said...

you prolly do do Mike (not that there's anything wrong with that.. ;-)

At 7:23 AM, Anonymous Charley said...

I really, really, REALLY enjoy this poem. Emily put the least amount of effort into this post, yet it is among my favorites. I wonder what it is about it...


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