The music kept on <br />playing <br /> <br />not stopping <br />for nothing <br /> <br />it just kept going <br /> <br />as if the first slap <br />hadn't happened <br /> <br />or the ouch...second <br />for that matter. <br /> <br />Only when the record <br />approached its end groove <br /> <br />did it give <br />a little nervous hiccup <br /> <br />of <br />apology <br /> <br />& said: 'I'll say <br />forever my love! ' <br /> <br />' 'I'll say <br />forever my love! ' <br /> <br />'Turn that damn thing <br />...off! ' <br /> <br />she swatted <br />the music <br /> <br />like it was a fly <br />annoying her <br /> <br />creating a loud <br />screechy scratch <br /> <br />which propelled the record <br />back to its beginning <br /> <br />the music kept on <br />playing <br /> <br />giving only a nervous <br />little jump <br /> <br />as the door <br />slammed.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-say-forever-my-love-for-barry/
