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"50 Words for Poe:  Heathrow"




They landed at Heathrow,
Columbus in tow on tight leash
had not frisked the stewardess’ skirts 
as they to’d and thro’d past him down the aisle, 
like Fembots, bullets pointing all in a row
He sat there like a good boy and wagged his tail
tongue hanging out panting very fast never not slow


The Cross-dresser 
met them at ‘Baggage’
He was excitable as always, there was no 
lagging in his luggage
and in his desire to be 
for want of a better phrase
 Free as a “Bird”
His story, the whole airport heard


From a distance a kerfuffle raged on echoing sound - 
A Morman carrying on 
like a narcissistic Sultan rushed by 
with 6 assorted pregnant 
and non-pregnant wives 
all in single file 
following his unconscionable show 
high anxiety in his frown, they followed him
just like dams from the pound


Columbus barked his delight 
at such joie de vivre 
“Now there is a Heaven,” thought he,
But dogs don’t think Heaven
only digging for bones 
and sucking marrow for tea


She rolled her eyes increduously 
at such loss of freedom 
through a man’s direction of
wanton religious spree,
“Why always the man?”,  thought She
“For once, turn it around and let the women be free!”
Shooting daggers from her eyes 
she tugged Columbus’s leash furiously

Meanwhile, Columbus began scratching at his …
fleas

A Morman with many wives was a blessed Saint
next to these 3

The Cross-Dresser laughed uproariously 
obviously deciding which side best To Be

Next stop Holderness 
Skipsea 

Euchre was by-the-by 
old hat now 
Texas Hold’em Poker 
new rules to bend 
and apply


“Come boy!”, she commanded of Columbus
He looked pon farrish at She
“Who me?”, he wagged his tail
“Yes you,” Said She
“You too No 3. Your baggage is intriguing, undeniably”.


Departure Gate 666
A Shark Grey Silver Bullet 
911 Targa 4 GTS Roadster 
At a pinch, they could fit 3


She ran her long slender fingers through her bag
checked the special deck of cards 
remained in her possession
unmarked 
yet marked for her 
specifically
the special deck positioned 
right next to her loaded .380 Ruger LCP


She took the keys.


Next stop Holderness
Skipsea


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



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