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Any rhyme found in this mish mosh is purely accidental. The writer takes no responsibility for such atrocities. Any logic found here is coincidental. Any imagery or appreciated thoughts is completely the fault of the reader. Nothing poetic was placed here by the writer. If you find anything redeeming I mean anything at all redeeming in this aboration of what should be poetry then your my type of person. You should promptly get naked message me and we can have cybersex. This excludes Arthur. For the last time Arthur I only like women I don't care how cute you say your ass is. This concludes this message. Remember ladies I am really, really, lonely so write me. You know, it's Christmas, I'm not too proud to accept a pity SoupMail. Try me I come in 32 delicious flavors.
She dresses the land down
in a virginal bridal gown
a masterfully cut and sewn chenille
shines brightly with a fine crystal appeal
Her assistants work quite diligently
to add special touches and then flee
they decorated the mountain peaks
using all their white glitter techniques
beat beat beat beat
pause
one small step to the side
As an observer...
your feet quake in their shoes
your body heat quits without notice
your nerve endings are on edge
your common sense walks out the door
listen
A little girl tells her mother
" Mom look big, fat, snowflakes"
they are
Brave
you look out at winter
unmoved she looks right back at you
with a chilling icy stare
freezes the turkey in the oven - to the bone.
she exhales a wispy sigh
by her royal blue decree
a below zero degree.
she is brutal, my oh my!
beat beat beat
pause
another step to the side
Back to all the children lean
Back to younger than nineteen
Back to those in their twenties
Those were my best years, twenties
Back to men and women below fifty
don't know why but they look happy
Skates are sharpened
Skis brought out of storage
You can hear the sound of coats,
Zippers being pulled to up above the neck
Sounds of thick socks and scarfs
walking out of cedar drawers.
Toboggans racing down hills
Kids right behind them wondering
why their sliding on their own butts
Trying to catch their brand new ride.
Snowboarders execute their killer moves
no judge no jury it's all 'bout the grooves
beat
pause
here's where this poem
steers off the beaten path
so hold your breath
beat beat beat beat beat
here we go
with the flow
Winter has arrived,
beat
oh sh~t here we go
My God
Winter
Has
Arrived
This woman is far from shy
She with that dry ice heart
That woman will cut you open
With the chill of her breath
That's right Dorothy
were not in Kansas anymore
This Witch is East, West, North, South WICKED!
We're not even in Oz this Witch is spelled with a
B and she's got a hell of an itch, if you catch my drift
I preferred her father he was kind compared to her
since she took his place minus forty is a warm day
she dresses in winter white but the Grinches
coal black heart at least had some life in it, this
women is down the toilet with her potty mouth
her heart is frozen solid Dead! Bad! and Beyond!
With her there is no such thing as a thaw
even her brother was occasionally warm
Not her she'll shrink your willy
from ten to two inches long
(who the heck is willy, should we free him?)
Don't test her she is far from tame
She'll freeze your flesh, use your frozen balls
as ice cubes for her one hundred and forty
proof vodka. Laugh in your face as she downs
her drink. Then gargle with your family jewels.
Ever notice how you never see the Devil
at the peak of winter, even he fears her
She froze off the tip off one of his horns
When they were kids and not a thing he could do
She's family - hands off - if you know what I mean
There has to be honor in a house of thieves
Winter is here
and it's frikkin cold
she'll drop six feet
of the white sh~t
in a single go
hhhhang onnnn
back to some sanity
let's end this with some
bullsh~t poetic beauty
Did I mention Ontario's Niagara On The Lake
Did I mention Ice Wine and tasty Frosted Cake
hang on to your pants
beat beat beat beat
beat beat here goes
During the christmas holidays you
have to go to the Falls, what a venue
Niagara Falls itself is quite amazing
The powerful lights they shine blazing
Against the thundering waters rushing
Like the results of an artist's airbrushing
The Festival of Lights is also worth perusing
It is a path you follow in your car just cruising
We follow it up with Montreal every year
It is a long tiring ride but we're finally here
It's a New Year - all the land is aglow
Voices of children playing in the snow
Sculptures for the festivities come to life
Lights shine- with colors bright - people rife
With enthusiasm for The Festival Of Ice
A family event in this winter paradise
beat beat beat
once last walk on the wwwwwwild sssssssside
A Winter Paradise? pahh!
The B~~ch gargled with
Your Gonads in her mouth
She used them as ice cubes
Who DOES that?
Yes this is a chilling ending
but an ending all the same
you all come back now
you hear? The End!
beat beat
and now the refrain
beat
Come on Manuel it's back
to the igloo with us. (Now why
did I say that in my John Cleese
Voice.There's Something Faulty
there. The man Towers above me)
No Senior this winter thing
She is not working out for me
You stay if you like, I am visiting
my friend in Malta...
...Paul Callus!
12~23~2014
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest Name: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--Rhythm Poems
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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