Mother Mary, what the heck is this
And don’t give me lip, tell the truth
Really…I find that hard to believe
Girl, been there and done that too
Until you tell, you ain’t going
Either fess up or sit your rear there
Right! You want me believe what?
Imagination…I‘ll give you that
Times a wasting so’s my patience
Egads! You use this clip for killing roaches
A Marguerite acrostic, maybe a smile?
Yes, a smile, a large toothy one. I went back to sleep and awoke to this ! I am in much better spirits now. Thank you for my poem. M.
Reply:I'm off out into the garden to sunbathe - this is England and you got to grab the sun whilst it's hot.
So, I have no idea what this is about and no idea what 'clip for killing roaches' means. But, the language you used made me smile. Has she upset you in some way?
Reply:Really a clip fpr roaches
As silly as that sounds
I know a better way
Dear neon, I hid it in this acrostic answer
Egads......I must work that word into one of my poems. I could see you having this very conversation.
Reply:A smile for me too. We need a smile now that we've learned, according to the UN, that water is not a human right.
Reply:That was an interesting twist at the end ,that saved the poem . Either fess up or sit your rear there -- that sounds a little off though , for me at least . Take care :)
Reply:NICCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE
Reply:'Round here, we just use Motels. Back for brew...I note many are awake...and up and attem. (I'm certain it made her smile, gave me one also.)
Reply:Ah! The old "ROACH CLIP" Very smart poem.
Reply:She has been a good friend to me from our first encounter. I hope to meet her in person someday, before we all meet on Mars. TD
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