A Top Popper Scorned Poem by Janice M Pickett

“Hey Jim I think I’m going to score tonight”
My brothers friend yelled from his car
My Brother looked up and yelled back at him
“Hey Bud what makes you sure? ”
“You should see her” yelled Jim
as he slowed his Ute.
“She’s got the figure of a soda bottle
a conquest a dream
and when I pop the top off her.
I’m going to see her scream”
Jim just scoffed at his horny friend
He turned and walked away.
I’ll never forget his passing words
To his friend Bud that day.
“ Well take it easy Buddy boy”
was what my brother warned
don’t open the bottle it could fizz right up
And you'd be a top popper scorned”