John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Gravy Cakes Is A Bad Nickname For Everyone Except You - Poem by John W. McEwers

When I ride the bus I don't do it
because I love the view of your arm fat, lady

The way it wiggles like soft tissue in a wet wind
flabs like feathers
soft, oh so very soft.

I ride the bus because my car is in the shop.
Put it away, Gravy Cakes.

Topic(s) of this poem: car


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015



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