A/N I am studying the fine works of Carol Ann Duffy at A-Level and a friend and I had a little bet. She reckoned I couldn't write anything as bad as Duffy's work, so I am out to prove her wrong. Leave a review telling me if I succeeded in writing a poem that is even worse than one that Duffy writes. And Merry Christmas!
The hunter's here, the hunter's here
I'm sure of it, I'm sure
That last we kissed from night till day
And now he's here again.
Who put out this wooden platter?
Foolish girl, take it away,
Nought but silver will do.
And should we have no silver, I'll make silver of you!
I beg your pardon, o mirror mine?
Oh silent now I see.
You'll do well to hold your tongue good man
And badger me no more
I care not for your insulting riddles
The hunter's at the door
And now to prove you, all of you wrong
For he shall have her heart, you'll see.
Dead as dust you say?
You take me for a fool?
"A pigs heart ought do the trick"
And so you let her go.
Angry? You would wonder wouldn't you sir?
I asked for hers and hers alone,
And last I checked she was a human girl
Not a pig as you suggest.
Get a grip you cowardly swine,
You do not knit socks
No get out of here, don't look at me
I'll just have to do it all myself.
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Can shame be seen on one's own face?
Is my beauty hidden behind it?
And do not say I told you so.