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!
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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 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2017
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