poem for a lunch date

no, not mine.

(and I suggest the person in mind omit the last stanza)

Don’t Say I Said

Next time you speak to you-know-who
I’ve got a message for him.
Tell him that I have lost a stone
Since the last time that I saw him.
Tell him that I’ve got three new books
Coming out soon, but play it
Cool, make it sound spontaneous.
Don’t say I said to say it.

He might ask if I’ve mentioned him.
Say I have once, in passing.
Memorize everything he says
And, no, it won’t be grassing
When you repeat his words to me —
It’s the only way to play it.
Tell him I’m toned and tanned and fine.
Don’t say I said to say it.

Say that serenity and grace
Have taken root inside me.
My top-note is frivolity
But beneath, dark passions guide me.
Tell him I’m radiant and replete
and add that every day it
Seems I am harder to resist.
Don’t say I said to say it.

Tell him that all my ancient faults
Have been eradicated.
I do not carp or analyse
As I might have when we dated.
Say I’m not bossy any more
Or, better still, convey it
Subtly, but get the point across.
Don’t say I said to say it.

–Sophie Hannon
from Collected Poem


2 thoughts on “poem for a lunch date”

  1. I love it, I love it. The older one gets, the more subtle become the temptations. I find I dream of earning millions and millions, and making a generous present of, say a couple of per cent of this to a you-know-who, which would, of course (since it really is millions and millions and millions) more money than this you-know-who could otherwise ever expect. Truly, truly nasty.

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