The Woman of Ice

There was once a woman— not of vice, Nice, she’d warm lonely beds for a price; A poet hired her once... He says, not for romance, Get inspired, and no thanks, that'd suffice. Poets pine for a muse, Think, muse is of great use. Still, of all by such a frosty ice? The poet perhaps felt: Ice, sooner than late melt! ______________________________________________________ What a job, getting into cold, lonely beds! An enterprising Russian woman (Victoria Ivachyova, 21) hit upon a profession— warming beds for a price at £65 per night (no physical contact). She was inspired by a book wherein a poet paid a female typist to warm his bed. It did help him regain his writing inspiration. Well, she must be a woman of ice, as this ditty feels. Happenings | 03.02.2017 |