Fiddling and Footling With the Super Duper Soupers
Well if it isn’t the Italian Princess herself! I just KNEW we’d finally meet. It must be our:
Karma,
Charma
(Whatcha say we…Ow! Look, you left a mark)
I swear to GOD I haven’t been drinking Deb! It’s YOU that’s making me all:
Woozy,
Guzzi
(Hold me up whouldja cher? Ohh yeah)
Wow, I’m trippin’ out Ortello! It’s like FAR OUT to rap with you man and those threads are like:
Groovin’
Ruben
(I’m an old hippie, what did you expect?)
Well look who’s here! Andrea, the sonnet queen herself! What you drinkin girl? How bout some:
Brandy,
Andie?
(Or maybe some ‘Southern Comfort?’ Ouch! You too?)
OH-MY-GOD, its Ms. Claudon-I-I-mean ONCLAUD (gulp) you’re getting me all:
Sweaty,
Nettie!
(Here, check my pulse)
C’mon Ms. Richards! Let’s take a walk and have a nice long talk about poetry…Why do you:
Tarry,
Carrie?
(I KNOW you’re busy but I’m SO lonely)
The Flower of the East! May I have this dance? Whew! Lordy me...Do I detect the sweet aroma of:
Jasmine,
Yasmin?
(This was SUPPOSED to be for your contest but I footled around and didn’t read the footling RULES)
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
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