50 Words For Poe: Heathrow
"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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"Pop Crime", Rowland S. Howard
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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