'Oooooh he was so...young! ' <br />she moaned. <br /> <br />'But I played it <br />all wrong! ' <br /> <br />'Came on all coy & shy & then <br />...too strong.' <br /> <br />'Frightening my little dear <br />into running away.' <br /> <br />'Oh he was so...young! ' <br />she moaned. <br /> <br />I told her <br />she should do <br />as Chinese ladies used to do <br /> <br />wear a garland <br />of lighted candles <br /> <br />about one's head <br />& sneaking up at one or two <br /> <br />in the morning nailing <br />a straw doll of him <br />to the door. <br /> <br />He in two days or so would(voila!) <br />weaken & sicken. <br /> <br />Then go from Drop Dead Gorgeous to just <br />dropp dead. <br /> <br />'That's a bit excessive! ' <br />she said. <br /> <br />'But thanks for the advice! ' <br /> <br />It was Miss Haversham time <br />(all the clocks stopped at twenty to nine) <br /> <br />but she still held <br />great expectations.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wot-de-dickens-2/
