On Sock's poetry Bus

This week socks is driving and she gave us a range of options to choose from for our bus ticket - I went with the prompt - Write a poem beginning with the words "I knew a woman who"

The result was the following silliness - better poems will be found here over the next few days, so be sure to click over and check em out.

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I knew a woman

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I knew a woman who always kept an arm outside the covers

The right one mostly, kept it cool, infuriated lovers

Who’d be woken by an icy limb at 3 or 4, the morning

Or find the quilt a captured, twisted, taken without warning

She kept her head aloft and rested high on fluffy pillows

While her arm pit forked the duvet down, she thought it was just brillo

One night her husband begged her for the sake of his own sanity

To stay wrapped up, but she said “Love, spare me the inanity.

What would you like? A law abiding, boring Mrs Proper?”

“That is my name” he muttered, “But..” and before he could stop her

She’d stood up on her head in bed, her nightie upside down

And juggled several night lights, sang a cheerful Jackson Browne

The neighbours banged the wall, and shouted “Propers, are you serious?”

“Oh neighbours you should try this” said our woman, “I’m delerious”

And she looked oh so pretty, happy, doing her own thing,

That Mr Proper laughed and joined beside her with one spring

The pair, they sleep like that each night, and life’s better than ok

Though neither seem to get much done when time comes round for day