six silk scarves were spotted when he peeked inside the room
four were tied to the bedposts; two were left on the nightstand
sheets of satin tucked so tight that not a wrinkle showed
he swigged his drink, excused himself as he found his way to the door
she locked up her apartment, slipped into her gown and slippers
poured another glass and lounged on her chaise, and waited for a call
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There you have it. Believe it or not, I actually completed a six-lined poem for my contribution to the Six-Sentence Story Challenge. Happy Birthday to Denise.
You can join in the fun, too. Just go to this link and take on the challenge.
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…and it is a quite sensational SSpoem too.
Reminds me of the lyrics from Six Ribbons:
“If I were a minstrel, I’d sing you six love songs,
To tell all the world, of the love that we share
If I were a merchant, I’d bring you six diamonds,
With six blood red roses, for my love to wear
But I am a simple man, a poor common farmer,
So take these six ribbons, to tie back your hair
Yellow and brown, blue as the sky,
Red as my blood, blue as your eye”
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Thanks 😊
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He made the smart move to leave that room.
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Nice twist! There’s more to this story…illicit ir not!😉
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*or*
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If you don’t like the arrangement, by all means, make another.
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