Tuesday 26 July 2011

Reward Card

Buying a new belt for him was hard as the
correct parameters were difficult to judge in the
frowsty department store surrounded by
effete assistants who wouldn’t know how to help her
obsessed as they were with
measurements and not with the
heft in the hand, the
swingability, the precise amount of
pain each would provide for her
naked posterior, that
robust bum upon which the
last one had been broken, so she
chose the one with the width to make her
wince.

The girl at the till asked if she had a
reward card and she so much wanted to say that
the belt would be
reward enough.

3 comments:

  1. very exciting prospect

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  2. Beautifully realised - a perfect poem in every respect. A joy and a delight.

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