Gold Velour
A filk by Jesmihr of a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson. The original is below the filk.
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I love beyond the saying:
It shreds so conveniently in a fight
Or whenever there's a flaying.
It hangs in tatters here and there
Exposing chest and nipple,
All in the pleasant open air,
The flexing and the ripple.
Oh, scraps of hanging gold velour -
More lovely than before!
The secret of your vast allure
Is simply: Less is more.
original:
THE FRIENDLY cow all red and white
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
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