Jeffry Cohan Poet Quintain (English)

If You Crossed a Flamingo With a Duck What Would You Get

A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child IN any way
It can be a sadistic son and IT will teach you how  

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I MAY ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast 

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love to be

The term “shelter” means different things for different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant son and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult son’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood  
                © 2011.….free cee!

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Jslambert Mister Roboto June 16, 2011 at 5:52 PM The title is Sofa King funny! Ahh, I harken back to the 'morn o' Yesteryear, and reaching for another hot gesture and a cold keg o' rancid beer. My stinking belly shat out a smelly poetic puke of sizzling tears CALLED: Not Sofa King Cool. It is on my Poem list. Again, don't read please! Another 7 rate on a delickable diggable producktIoN sOn.