Her Bikini Talks To A Mannequin Poem by James McLain

Two small potatoes
hang from it, is this
some back porch,
rocking with it, trying
to keep from being mashed.
Blue is a mannequin, it's
name for it, your lap dog, as
two rabbits, eat it's carrot,
in the others garden, as bird
watchers you, pick a rose
to big for the bath tub,
it is to be delivered, back
inside.Next to the new stove.
It is time to feed the mind, is
your last rabbit, a carrot top.