Day 28
Write a prose poem in the style of a vintage post card.
L'amour et l'aube du mariage , et le mariage est le coucher du soleil de l'amour.
mon amour
i love you too much
to propose marriage to you
i would make a terrible husband
just like my father and his father
before him
all the women in my family
age prematurely
suffer because of the men
they have miserable lives
find someone who is worthy of you
consider this fortuitous
a lucky escape
pardonne-moi je t'en supplie
Meilleures Salutations
Cordialement
Hippolyte
Gillena Cox's prompt
The Fold(form) from Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
on your bike menteur mon amour
i saw her photo on the news
it easy to see you're very flawed
don't blame your father or your rels
you're just a lothario mon amour
your love for money knows no bounds
a spoilt rich boy who is so bored
who worries about his abs and pecs
too gutless to cut the umbilical cord
goodbye and good riddance feckless foe
you'll get your comeuppance mon amour
Adieu
Florimonde
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