Sacre Bleu Poem by Charles M Moore

Sacre Bleu

Rating: 5.0


I asked, 'Yes'?
She cried 'No'!

Then on and on she had to go
like a gun ra-tat-tat-tat
screaming that she is too fat
up and down
she paced a beat
grinding teeth and stamping feet
then she grabbed her coat and hat
and stormed out of the door like that

So much for tea at Sacre Bleu
I just enquired
one lump or two.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Will Barber 10 December 2006

Hilarious! But of course, due for a bit or Freudian deconstruction. I don't know how to do that, so.... I liked it very much!

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Chuck Audette 25 April 2006

Maybe some smooth sweet Honeying is the way to go.. -chuck

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***** ********* 19 April 2006

Well my lumps are small, but I don't take suger Charles! lol Thanks for making me laugh and polish the speel next time huh? lol 10 from Tai

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Charles M Moore

Charles M Moore

Glasgow Scotland.
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