Poetic Annie Poem by Judith Driscoll Bryan

I do regret this evening's Blind Date,
That's left me in such a perilous state.
I'm shocked by her lack of Anger Control
As I dangle from this telephone pole.

Are all she-poets extremely high strung
With no control of their venomous tongue?
I'll tell you about...Poetic AnniE,
Whilst, I await someone to rescue me.

Stead of Disco & Dance and Wine & Dine,
She icily said 'My place will do fine! '
Climbing 1000 steps, we headed for...
Her CAVE high up on the 98th floor.

She served TV Dinners and made Ice Tea.
Ate hers alone, while, ignoring me.
I wanted to play! She wanted to stay...
Glued to her keyboard, click-clicking away.

Seemingly irked by her Rhythm & Rhyme,
She punched her computer - time after time.
I heard Annie bellow, dropping my drink,
'Guess who's mess'n with my Power to Think? '

With a rude finger, she pointed straight at...
ME! That's WHO, as I harmlessly sat,
Eating salt crackers and tapping my toe,
To the tune I played on her stereo.

Mean as a Viper, she firmly grabbed hold
Of my shirt collar, so viciously bold.
Gave a 'Heave-ho! '... and over I went,
Off her balcony, yelling 'Great night spent! '

Lucky me! I hit this telephone pole.
Stead of a splatter, I'm bodily whole.
The cops are here and rescued, I'll be.
Now, in jail she'll write her %#* Poetry!

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