Was the same dull nite
All over agin.
Comforter cozy.
Ice cream gone.
'Will ya shut up! !
Ya wrekin ma movie!
Quit floppin aroun, and
Get the flies out ya mouth!
Talk English, ya bum!
This 'BOOGALA BOOGALA'
Ain't gonna get it.
And get off the ceilin...'
Then knocking on the door.
'Who the hell is it? '
'A priest, my child...
With Holy Oil...'
'I never called ya, and
Don't need that.
Save your rites.
I gotta baseball bat.'
'Boogala, boogala'...., very cute Elysabeth, I really enjoyed it....! ! ! Best, T.M..
Love the way you 'become' the characters you show us in your poetry. Something tells me you've tread the boards sometime in your life. Clever, witty penning with a wonderfully abrupt conclusion. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Extreme unction with a Louisville Slugger.