Ima Ryma


'Girls' Pad - Poem by Ima Ryma

The T.V. houses that we see,
The outsides never seem to match
The insides - a perplexity.
Ah, plots that Hollywood does hatch.
The 'Golden Girls' Miami house,
The 'lanai' was a 'don't fit' place.
To the garage, the Girls would roam
In the wrong directional space.
The kitchen - a hand me down set,
Looking at Chicago's skyline.
Vast living room, wicker beset,
Facing the viewer by design.

The outs and ins of T.V. land.
Jut watch - no need to understand.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013


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