a found poem from 'Mrs. Fry's Diary'

poem created entirely from lines found in the hilariously quirky novel 'Mrs. Fry's Diary'

had my first holiday breakfast with Neptune

sitting on a deckchair in a Kill Me Quick hat. 

the best part of arguing is makeup sex. 

the worst part is wiping makeup off the pillows afterwards. 

we began the night

he was that kind of guy

dry mouth, 

awful headache. 

his condition I wish he’d told me

before the year’s supply of Spam

like a duck to vodka

he’s taken up the Funeral Reggae

and died in chapter four. 

baby shame, 

wannabe. 

there was no doubt,

it wasn’t the right time to ask who the father was. 

Nine Months of Hell - just like it says on page 16 of the manual.

Reviews

[Elizabeth Mars]

I love how you were able to taken already written lines and turn them into this strange but funny, witty little piece! Good work!