And here is one I wrote. Can you tell the difference?
I have grown tired of all those well-worn phrases
We use when love has dwindled to affection.
Doors close, doors open, nothing more than phases.
Now intonation shows in the selection
Of poses to preserve: I see you laughing
And read the runes – I’m not illiterate.
I fended off your mum’s aggressive chaffing
Continually, and didn’t mind a bit;
As for your dad – he sketched our history freehand
If he had doubts he kept them to himself.
The one fruit of their tree had been well seasoned
Why soil what looked so perfect on the shelf?
The plain truth is, though I could take your parents
I couldn’t face a lifetime running errands.
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