This is a response to Phil's cushions poem. Because we are SO hip and happening that we spend our time discussing our experiences of cushions and then writing them down.
Cushions
Even though you are lumpy,
Old and ugly,
I still hug you.
You are not really mine
But I've grown
Used to you,
Can't quite settle down
Without you
Tucked up on my knees,
Hugging my tummy.
You don't care
If I'm tired,
Grumpy,
Feeling dumpy
Or low
When I slump
On the sofa.
You just absorb
Some of my warmth
And give a little bit back.
20/12/10.
And yes, yes I have spent the whole day indoors, on my own.
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