in the first hour of daylight, when the conscience and all aesthetic sensibilities are weakest, i murmured to the loved one, semi-dormant upon the adjacent pillow,
"if i bought you a carrier bag or two of new plasticene, you could make a life sized bust of me, brightly coloured !"
adding after insufficient consideration,
"... or marzipan !"
after a significant silence, somehow the conversation cum monologue turned to the absence of a chamberpot in our tiny residence, and whether we might have,
"wedgewood, or waterford crystal ?"
2 comments:
Were you an ancient pharao and you'd be now erecting a new temple to yourself.
you are so right ... i'd have made a jolly good akhenaten
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