Sunday, 14 April 2013

When I was courting



When I was courting

We often used her front room

Just the two of us

 

There we might listen

To her classical music

And we would unwind

 

Amid sighs of joy

We’d listen to Ludwig’s ninth

And for other sounds

 

At the slightest noise

I would control my ardour

And switch from bold to cold

 

Skeptical sister

Would then burst through the threshold

Grin on her young face

 

Can I come in here?

It’s boring out there with them

I’ve drink and cookies

 

No sword defeated

A great battle plan so well

As that kid sister

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18 comments:

  1. Unknown14 April 2013 at 01:10

    Great use of the words in the prompt, and quite a fun poem.

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  2. Nanka14 April 2013 at 03:22

    This was great fun and the grin on my face stayed plastered!! :)

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  3. Unknown14 April 2013 at 03:51

    Sounds like a fun younger sister! Enjoyed your poem!

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  4. Anonymous14 April 2013 at 07:03

    and dont think she was not part of the parents plan...something to be said for the old rules of courting

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  5. Misky14 April 2013 at 07:07

    Clever use of those crafty words!

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  6. George S Batty14 April 2013 at 07:58

    curses, foiled again...

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  7. Stan Ski14 April 2013 at 10:06

    Enjoyed that!

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  8. Anonymous14 April 2013 at 10:12

    Remember it well. I was the younger sister, no drinks or cookies, just my nosey self. Thanks for the memories,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  9. Anonymous14 April 2013 at 11:19

    very nice/ fun...
    no sword defeated/as that kid sister.
    I like what you did with "ninth"

    Randy

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  10. brenda w14 April 2013 at 13:09

    This is familiar, but my brother was the prankster. He intentionally sabotaged my dates. I quit bringing them home. Nice work, OE. Thanks for whirling with us.

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  11. Sharp Little Pencil14 April 2013 at 13:35

    "Bold to cold..." yep, I was the little sister who was always sent by my mom to rain on Big Sis's parade of suitors! Didn't occur to me to offer snacks, though.

    Robin, you're on a tear with wonderful poems, all romantic and sweet. This is a great side of you! Amy

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  12. Walt Wojtanik14 April 2013 at 15:23

    Nicely done, Robin! The allure of 'drink and cookies'!

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  13. Sabra Bowers14 April 2013 at 16:46

    Very sweet poem and clever use of the words. I think we've all been in a similar date situation and can relate.

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  14. Veronica Roth14 April 2013 at 18:14

    Lol, little brothers and sisters should be outlawed! Thank goodness I'm an only child. Fun read, thank you. :)

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  15. Cathy14 April 2013 at 18:41

    hehehe Ah the joy of being the little sister. I should know :)

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  16. Alice Audrey15 April 2013 at 07:23

    LOL. I'm sure she knew it, too.

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  17. Maude Lynn15 April 2013 at 11:24

    What a great write!

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  18. Jules16 April 2013 at 05:53

    Delightful. I've done this a time or two, a story in haiku. I was that kid sister...

    Cheers.

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