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So much for sophistication!

Oh how you beckon to me Slyly, Aren’t you wily, In your pretty pink And powdery blue Pick me you say Choose me I hear, I almost sway. And you, Yes you, Not pink Not blue, Sit quietly, watch me Knowingly In the end I pick up Yet another strappy Yet another Black Yet another Shiny Yet another standard Su Shoe!

The result of a bad weekend..

And you sit there And have the gall To accuse me Playing ball You say With your emotions A story that is as tall As you, or worse As deep As me. My supreme sacrifice In this, my silence Not one of my virtues you see, Grips me in a vise While you dribble Around, and fumble Reach out and snatch At words that refuse to latch Onto exactly what you would like To say. And still… I wait, Not always patient, Sometimes I sigh Sometimes gasp when the price you extract From me, my love For yours, Though rightful Seems just a little too high. And still… I stay, While you muse And rave And rant And then subside Turn in for the night For tomorrow, Is another day, Another chance For us to smile, to laugh To dance.

Scratch the itch I say!

So to use an oft abused phrase, I've been itching to write for a few days now. Now people who know me well enough would also know that my mother brought me up to believe good girls do not scratch. Alas, they would also know that this here..this me? Neither a good girl, nor am I averse to scratching :-D! I have admittedly not been in the best of spirits..not the least owing to the fact that my dear, my loving, my smother me with love family has no idea where the keys to the bar are!!! Agreed that the last time the bar was opened, it was the hands of yours truly that lovingly brought out the bottle of Blender's Pride. The hand that put the bottle back (and not that lovingly) were definitely not mine though. Anyway, even if we were to put all the finger pointing aside (though why we would do that when it isn't really even half as fun is beyond me), the fact remains the keys to the bar are missing. And when my spirits go missing, my weekends do not really have that nice, hazy,