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  • Writer's pictureJenny Wynter

Robert Browning eat your heart out

So my hubby is now a published poet.


I’m proud. Not just because it’s so very cool that after dabbling in haiku as a hobby for a little while, he’s managed to publish them in a haiku journal on his first submission, people (the man may be published but he has NOOO idea about suffering for his art) but most of all, because – in the words of Shark’s Tale’s Lola – “deep down, I’m really superficial.” And ‘published poet’ just sounds so much better than ‘student teacher’ or ‘support worker’ or ‘brunette’.

Ah, but now you see, I can say with not only pride, but a French accent… “ooh la la, Francoise, have you met my hubb-ee? He is, how you say, le poet…he speaks to me le sonnets as my head touches le pillow on le bed, and gives-a-me le goosebumps with his iambic pentameter…j’adore le poet, Francoise, j’adore!!!”

It’s official. My life is now complete.

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