Leonard Taormina Poet Rhyme

One On His Finger

One on his finger, one in his nose;
Crackers and honey, marsh mellow toes;
Voluptuous women, desire that grows;
And what is the problem, he’ll never know
        Seashell collectors, wadding through waves;
        Tight fitting swimsuits, eyes now enslaved;
        And no matter the sizes, it passes the days;
        And is there a problem, can anyone say.
Kimono clad women, looking for tips;
Sweet tasting poppers, with hot mustard lips;
Rice wine and toppers, perspiring hips;
Hopeful attempts; served up in quips
      One on his finger, a sign on the door;
      Huddled together, with tears on the floor;
      Nothing to hope for, they’re gone ever more;
      But the movie continues, from mountains to shore

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Michelle Mac Donald October 7, 2011 at 5:59 PM Such a cute and fun verse, Leo!! Lots of imagery to fill all the senses!! Nicely done! Love, Mikki Leonard Taormina October 8, 2011 at 6:59 AM Thanks michelle; long time no hear.

Elizabeth Wesley July 23, 2011 at 8:50 PM A fascinating verse done with great style. So glad I found you. Leonard Taormina October 8, 2011 at 7:01 AM Hi elizabeth sorry it took so long to reply I've been blocked for a very long stretch

John Loving Iii July 12, 2011 at 7:40 PM been a long time but you still have your touch. john Leonard Taormina October 8, 2011 at 7:02 AM you're kind sir and thank you.