poetry critical

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Random Poem:


My wife bought a furry bear.
Big, cuddly, huddled under our duvet,
a clueless interloping beaut,
with ways that bears have of seeming so cute.
We were introduced.
He drank my rhubarb juice.
liked my flirty feathered hat.
Tried it for size, plus my Hawaiian shirt,
best glitter tie, even took a chance
on my Kelvin Klein underpants.
I was threadbare, sat astride a radiator.
Agreeable heat sinking into my exposed bits,
Tinting them rosy pink.
Bear seems foot loose, fancy free.
looked gander, a real dandy
If  ham footed, disco dancing
to her favourite tune.
“You’re just to good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes of you.”
She stayed fast asleep not a single peep,
so I made cocoa, pretending
we were ordinary guys, sound as a pound,
wearing Marks and Spencer’s dressing gowns.
Feet on the ground but with Playboy hearts.
“We could rip up this one- horse town, take it apart” said bear.
I took back my clothes
So his cupboard was bare as we climbed into bed
Where I unpicked his fur while he combed out my beard.
Sleeping with bears feels ever so weird
But really we were grizzled old souls
Clutching our own balls with little to give
And no one to give it with.
Next morning he’d gone.
“So he wasn’t the one?” I asked.
“He couldn’t compare with you.” She replied,
behind cold cream mask and a tissue of lies.

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