She almost got a Tootlerack
I do not like to get snootlgsh this early in the day
But I heard this tale from my whartlesnot of a neighbor
And even though she is sometimes titlewhemp
I felt the tale had some merit, and it was a fun tale to repeat.
So here goes…..
Farglesmean Whomplesplat was driving along highway 140
When a smelly black and white kipperstink walked out in front of her
Not being fond of tomato juice, and this being her new tacklepoo,
She slammed on her brakes, causing a carslerump
A breathofdeath was called to the scene by six people.
In full uniform, the breathofdeath walked to her car to write her a tootlerack.
Of course she was wearing the sexy low-cut polka dotted fizzlsprint she always wears.
Her right corplfunk was practically waving in the breathofdeath’s face.
She used her breathiest voice, naturally.
Pretending the carslerump was someone else’s fault.
I am nodding in a snootlgsh way, wanting this whartlesnot of a neighbor to get on with it.
The kipperstink was long gone, and no one else claimed to have seen it.
I am nodding harder, wanting the punch line.
The officer reached in to get her license and accidentally touched her corplfunk.
Oh, she planned that! I shriek, delighted.
His face turned as red as a strawberry.
And she got away without a tootlerack, I guessed.
We howled with laughter thinking of this.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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