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Your House Your House ~~ I felt unwelcome at your house when I entered and you didn't respond as I thought you ought. You didn't offer me a place in exactly where I felt I'd be most comfortable. Your friends talked about things I didn't know anything about. So I'm not going to come again when you invite me to sup. Not that it should have bothered you, that when I came to dine I brought my own silverware, nor that when you showed me your antique heirloom lace, I hurried to tell you about my own ancestor's trials. Never mind that I refused to come into the parlor when the guests sat a bit to visit, much preferring the game on the television. Next time, Perhaps I should leave my own tea bag, my personal seat cushion at home and remove my cloak when you invite me to dinner . . . that is, if you ever invite me again. |
Additional Notes:
Greetings critiquer, This is also published on http://Chantaclair.com/Poetrya.htm, as well as this month's edition of the Eclipse. VOL. 2 NO. 3
June/July 2001. It is near the end of the month, I'm obviously not submitting this for the contest, so if you don't have the time to give it a thorough critique don't feel guilty in just passing it by. I'd prefer that to brief superficial comments. Thanks.
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