James Peranteau Poet Free verse

A Delicious Deep Dish

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                      In her panties
                        pardon me
                       (i did mean
                          pantry)
                 her finger pointed to
                        the cherry 
 
             Mine all suddenly altered 
                         imbued
                     praying to be
                  the benefactor of
                        that fruit
             'mongst the dimness of 
                 that pantry's light  

           After sum sweet sibilate'n
          her point was to the flower
                    i meant flour
                       yes i did

                            ,)

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Anula Aboobacker September 12, 2011 at 7:42 PM wow!!

Daver Austin September 12, 2011 at 5:03 PM Ah yes, the dreaded Freudian slip - knowing you, Sir James, methinks you purposely did slip. And, oh, what a dainty dish did flower my mind. Love, daver

Dalila Agtani September 3, 2011 at 3:46 AM Wonderful humorous rhyme. Makes me smile James. Clever write. Thanks for sharing. Thanks for your kind comments on my work. Dalila

Laura Breidenthal August 29, 2011 at 9:18 PM Ha! That was brilliant! Always, Laura

M.I.A . August 23, 2011 at 2:35 AM ha3. somehow i can see that mischievous glint in your eyes while you're writing this. Quite adorable actually! ;D

Elizabeth Wesley August 21, 2011 at 8:37 PM You are too much my friend, some hilarity is called for and you penned it so well. I truly enjoyed this delicious dish!

Wilma Neels August 21, 2011 at 2:43 PM OMW!!! I mean that in a GOOD way :) Brilliant James, well thanks for the twists and the laughter tonight.. You are a gem!! ~ love Wilma

John Loving Iii August 21, 2011 at 9:56 AM naughty boy.

Nette Onclaud August 21, 2011 at 5:39 AM laughing out loud, james, you word twister!! hmm, your freudian slip is showing, hahaha... thumbs up! :) hugggs!

Carolyn Devonshire August 20, 2011 at 5:29 PM Oh, had a great laugh reading this poem, James. Just love the sense of humor you display here. Witty and provocative without being explicit. Well done! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich August 20, 2011 at 11:21 AM James, this is one of your cleverest sex poems yet. I do believe you are a poet with a nearly one track mind. haha. I hope your mate has the same kind of mind!!

John Smith August 20, 2011 at 10:22 AM I'm betting you 'deflowered' whatever dish she showed you, and I don't think it was your heart that exploded. Delightful poem.

Sara Kendrick August 20, 2011 at 9:53 AM Naughty...Sara