The Poetry Brothel
by 
Mickey
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Posted: 18 October 2007 Word Count: 107 Summary: Some of you may recall my recommending a Brighton Festival fringe venue calling itself ‘The Poetry Brothel’ back in May? The poets there gave ‘private’ readings in a tongue-in-cheek brothel setting. They also invited punters to leave written comments which they pinned up on the wall during the course of the week. This is the comment that I dropped through their letterbox. |
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I wonder as we climb the stairs
how far ‘La Pute’ will go –
A ‘quickie’ three-line Haiku?
or a thirteen-line Rondeau?
Or all the way with one long Lay?
(Or if I’ll get to know!)
But now we’re here and on her bed
I must seem such an amateur
as rhyming thoughts flee from my head
when faced with her Rictameter
“What’s it to be?”, she’s asking me,
“I won’t consent to kiss.
No Villanelle to kiss and tell,
No Double Tetractys”
She’s teasing me I’ll not forget
that surely I can come again
for Sonnets or her Triolet
and snort four lines of pure Quatrain?
how far ‘La Pute’ will go –
A ‘quickie’ three-line Haiku?
or a thirteen-line Rondeau?
Or all the way with one long Lay?
(Or if I’ll get to know!)
But now we’re here and on her bed
I must seem such an amateur
as rhyming thoughts flee from my head
when faced with her Rictameter
“What’s it to be?”, she’s asking me,
“I won’t consent to kiss.
No Villanelle to kiss and tell,
No Double Tetractys”
She’s teasing me I’ll not forget
that surely I can come again
for Sonnets or her Triolet
and snort four lines of pure Quatrain?
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