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Mismatch<\/strong><\/p>\n I was only the French Maid now and again But now I can take part with my eyes shut. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Meg Cox<\/strong> is new to writing poetry but not to reading it \u2013 she\u2019s getting on a bit. \u00a0She lives in Herefordshire, alone with her dogs and a garden and a view but she promises not to write about them and would rather live in London.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mismatch I was only the French Maid now and again in a little black dress, stockings and duster. She was \u2018Brigitte\u2019 and I couldn\u2019t do the accent. I\u2019d have liked to be Ursula Undress with a knife or any Bond girl with an exciting name like Trigger or Vesper or Solitaire, but […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4572","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4572","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4572"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4572\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4574,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4572\/revisions\/4574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4572"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4572"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4572"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin a little black dress, stockings and duster.
\nShe was \u2018Brigitte\u2019 and I couldn\u2019t do the accent.
\nI\u2019d have liked to be Ursula Undress with a knife
\nor any Bond girl with an exciting name
\nlike Trigger or Vesper or Solitaire,
\nbut I was Miss Jones instead, twinset and pearls
\nand glasses to remove, revealing my beauty,
\nMiss Jones I had no idea…
\nShe was easier, although I wasn\u2019t convincing
\napparently.<\/p>\n
\nHe and I can be doctor and patient –
\nme lying in bed in a hospital gown and a coma
\n(dreaming of Dirk) and he Sir Lancelot Spratt
\ncome on his rounds to give me a poke.
\nAnd that almost suits us both.<\/p>\n