Oh, thank you dear Elinor.<\/p>\n
I’m a vague stranger to you, but I am writing to say that your call changed my life.
\nThe man who had been seated, got up and came over to where I was.
\nSuch excitement!
\nHe picked me up, out of obscurity (the tail end of 34th street) and
\nsent me on a journey.
\nIt was only four doors down, but I went
\nfrom being with my own
\nto being cherished as unique.
\nI transformed from a couch potato, sitting on a shelf
\nto finding someone I could sing my tune to.
\nShe picked me up lovingly and whispered sweet nothings to me
\nas she placed me down in that cold room.
\nShe said not to worry, that she’d come back for me. <\/p>\n
So I thought about what I would tell her.
\nI’d belt out a Broadway tune, I would.
\nWhen her manicured paws tugged at me, I knew it was time.
\nTime to show her what I knew.
\nSo sing I did. My Broadway debut kind of entrance.<\/p>\n
That pop! Clink~! Yours always, Oh, thank you dear Elinor. I’m a vague stranger to you, but I am writing to say that your call changed my life. The man who had been seated, got up and came over to where I was. Such excitement! He picked me up, out…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":96,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3208","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/96"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3208"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3230,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3208\/revisions\/3230"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwas happy
\nthe two women started laughing.
\nI shared in their joy.
\nThough I did wonder what my friends were doing a few doors down.
\nWould they find people to love them?
\nWere they as blissful as I was?<\/em> I hoped so.<\/p>\n
\nThe sound of champagne flutes kissing.
\nThe ladies drank me in. Were impressed by me.
\nBut it didn’t stop there!
\nThey complimented my body, my crispness. They knew me, the real me!
\nMy voyage was cut short, but I know I was loved.<\/p>\n
\nthe first bottle of Veuve Cliquot<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"