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medical emergency - spouse got clean destine bug!

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fast as a blitzen comet, 

     this dashing prancer 

     contra dancer 

     (i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip

with cupid ditty toward his vixen wife, 

     who loosed a suppressed yip

asper one discovering remains of the day 

     from the donner 

     (newt the majority) party whip

ping her olive drab camouflage attire, 

     as if she hapt to be a vip

endlessly congratulating herself

     (and bow wowing her ego) bing awarded 

     the housekeeping seal of approval, 

     and expected me to tip
 
her gore gee us Martha Stewart déclassé 

     snoop doggy dog rendition 

     as she did slip

agilely (with broom and dustpan in hand) rip

peat head lee uttering 

     an apropos Mary Poppins quip

booting muck can clear across to Compton 

     (wherever that might be) pip

pin like a cat on a hot tin roof, 

     where no cure existed to nip

in the bud at this stage, 

     and rid thine beloved Narberth bride, 

who caught a bout clean destine 

     feverish frenzy to make house beautiful, 

     oblivious to beseeching despair, 

     sans this husband who cried

plaintively imploring divine intervention, 

     lest extreme heroic measures 

     need be taken, thus guide

me asap before her blistered hands 

     rubbed red as tender (vittles) raw hide,

     which could find her catatonic, doggone 

     ill eagle lee flying a boot
 
     like a bat out of hell, and stupefied

hence, this urgent message typed out in a huff

     for less severe invasive 

     experimental treatment truly tried

on this, that, or some other missus so and so 

     .....please pardon this abrupt end, 

     plus initial idea wide

lee differing from my initial intent won

during how to write an elegy to mister sun

describing, how aye felt enervated with run

hills of beaming solar rays, oh how none

synthetic drug to bathe, 

     enhance, suffuse away mon

day moody blues, 

     and now...gotta tend tummy hun!

 

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