frowning a frown- i notice
my beer gut-
gotta decide which to do first:
white vinegar smelly onion,
plump pulpy Toe- mater. or
lettuce.
“you’re vine ripened, YO! ”
i grab you and scream:
“Still got yer’ stem,
doncha? ” i squeeze the ball
hard. I see seeds. squirtin
juice.
right then, i put my fist through
the window.
you cook like me more expletives than seasoning or refinement- love this
Hilarious, Scotty! Thoroughly enjoyed. Glad I dropt by to peruse.
Frustrating times ain’t they. I know the feeling. Best regards. Sally.
Love the realism resonate with the randomness of the action- pity its missing the associated expletives as it would be in my case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was prepared to enjoy this, yo! no! Off the wall puppy! Read mine - The Cat is Free - Adeline