My attempt at an englyn penfyr – written for Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry Contest
I first wed the girl – nineteen twenty nine
her hair was dark, loosely curled
she was fairest in the world
she gave me a shove so I pulled her hair,
accidentally fell in love
fit together, hand in glove
married now, at least a couple of times
love we’ll sometimes disavow
me, Frida, her unibrow
A fun read… I can picture…her. 😉
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Tnkerr! So fun to read. I love love love your cleverness in this one; I laughed a few times whilst reading it!
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I’m smiling over here, Chel. You are too kind.
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Never. You are too modest.
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