Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 692 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

#312 The Pork! Duh! - Poem by Jimmie Arrington

One day I could smell something sweet
Or was it something sour?
All I know was that I felt the heat
From the cold wind of the shower

The smell was a roasted chicken,
Or perhaps it was pork?
It was tasty and finger lickin,
I didn't even need a fork.

So I jumped right in with both my feet
Oh I mean my hands
My goodness the taste of that savory meat
All I can say is 'Good lands! '

I was so excited as I chewed
I couldn't keep seated down.
I jumped up and said something clued
Then threw UP on the ground.

And then I could feel my face turn red
As embarrassment set in
I moved my hands to cover my head
But then saw the TOP of my pen...

I grabbed my pen and click it on,
I wondered what I should write.
Scratching my BOTTOM, I called my good friend John
And he said 'write about this amazing night.'

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 21, 2013


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