Tom Arnone Poet Quatrain

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Nehru Pizza

It was a bigly time ago.
I was rock and rolling.
The guys wore gel or mop-top beads;
The girls were cool strolling.

Asking for her time, forthrightly,
Permissions all obtained.
A friendly double date, indeed,
In stylish dress, constrained.

Hands held, nervous knees, butterfly
Bellies and Summer Sun.
Zombie kids shuffling to their doom
With cold-foot pizza fun.

Names all changed to insure the past:
Pete and Prue ate like hogs.
Joe loved June with all of his heart --
Until the girls shrieked, "frogs!"

Joe chased Pete around the table,
Marinara splattered.
Napkins called an encore order.
June and Prue both flattered.

Joe and Pete were at it, again.
Girls with sticky-face smiles.
We settled down and sauntered home.
A night of teasing trials.

Just before parting, Joe kissed June --
So ... unsymmetrical:
He was cloud-sailing, upside down.
June smelled boy chemical.

July 14, 2016
Pink Domino - Poetry Contest

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Sara Kendrick July 30, 2016 at 8:50 AM Your wonderful work got my attention! I am so glad to place it in the winners’ list..Congrats to you. Sara Tom Arnone July 30, 2016 at 10:46 AM Happy you like it, Sara. :-)

Karam Misra July 30, 2016 at 7:21 AM What fun goings on! Loved the poem and the jollity therein. Congrats on your placement, Tom.~karam~ Tom Arnone July 30, 2016 at 10:47 AM At the time period in question, Nehru shirts were all the rage. Karam Misra July 30, 2016 at 7:22 AM Nehru Pizza?

Jesse Zerlaut July 30, 2016 at 12:37 AM hah, love it. I remember such awkward days when hoping dates go well. good write/good read. Tom Arnone July 30, 2016 at 10:49 AM Thanks, Jesse. :-)

Tom Quigley July 16, 2016 at 7:22 AM An enjoyably written recollection! Tom Arnone July 16, 2016 at 9:03 AM Thanks, Tom. P.S. I never said it was a recollection. ;-)

Tom Arnone July 15, 2016 at 9:26 AM Syllable counts -- this one is 8686 -- curb creativity. I get their purpose -- I just find them annoying, stifling and time-consuming. Jan Allison July 29, 2016 at 4:15 PM I wrote 6,8,6,8 then found out I got it all wrongand had to re hash it lol congrats on your win Tom:-) hugs jan xx

Andrea Dietrich July 14, 2016 at 9:23 PM Cute poem and very nostalgic! I love summertime poems. Tom Arnone July 14, 2016 at 10:27 PM Thank you, Andrea. :-)