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Poetry Pleases: On Occasion

David Shaw's delicious poem features the unexpected desires of an occasional table.

I asked an occasional table
what it did the rest of the time.

I play horizontal ballet
with that buxom buffet,
let me tell you,
the feeling's sublime.

But I harbour a secret desire,
to have an affair
with that huge carving chair,
the curves on it set me on fire.

I need to get closer if able,
I know that I can
if I follow my plan,
to convert to a huge dining table

Then the carver and I will practice ballet,
at breakfast, lunch,
and pre-dinner punch,
as we serve up three meals a day.

(c) David Shaw


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