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The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots
The shrinking Thymus


Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in the rooming area. I guess this is were we sit util they call us in for grubbing. Yeah the gray bearded fella said: "yeah, I don't plan on spending alot of money on those skimpy diet plates, I hope they got something filling!" Guess you got a point Bob the gentlemen in the plaided jacket spoke. Ask for Thymus: when it''s time to order", i heard not knowing who said it. It wouldn't be the first or last time we'd hear this mentce it got such a great laugh.On our first date my wife asked me to try her Thymus: I found it tastey and delicous. That one gotta laugh: but when Yisha said I would have married him three years earlier if he had tasted the "ole Thymus" the night we first went out: no one said a words , no one laughed, the awning was ridulous. This is because Yisha and Nelton had:had a rocky start with her being a woman of the world and all.My wife changed the subject. But Yisha said something again:"eat that Ole sweet thang" she said, bring Bob to his knees. They started it up again and her husband just look outside to the christmas tree."Sauce it up and Take it in Baby" she said. The perfect combination some tender tongue and the sweetbreads!"Conchas: Conchas she kept on going: until her husband spoke up and said Thigh must be a very popular guy huh?

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