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Wednesday, 9 December 2009

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Oh, that Carina Eta!
The apple of my eye!
Or, at least, my fingertips,
For 'twas upon the internet
That we two spoofers met

She stole my heart
(My 'virtual' one, you understand)
And never gave it back,
Well, she couldn't, you see,
It was only 'virtual'

For many thousand hours,
We typed this way and that,
Joking, flirting, confiding -
In fact, I feel a bit of a prat
Disclosing all of this to you.

I'll never be able to forget her,
Or our secret rendezvous
Accompanied by tea and toast
But not by booze
Not on my part, anyway.

The Pottery Girl,
I loved her!
Or her avatar, at least
Not her 'virtue' but her 'virtualness',
And not that cigarette.

Standing only 3 feet tall,
Even in those red high heels,
A veritable tower of strength
- Mind you, you'd have to be,
Working for those fucking clowns!


Woods 2009

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