Super Duper Women Poets

Woman Poets Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets A Repeat Pretty woman poets are living in a palace, With no malice at all so we call her Alice, But then in mail received another invoice; Said her name is Joyce and should rejoice. My heart would start skipping a beat, When I saw Barbara sitting in front seat And what if we were to call her Betty To meet her would be ready already. She was short and not too tall at all; Did discover Diane was beautiful doll; If up a lovely woman we were to scare, Sara was there way beyond compare. Then when we did sing do ray me fa, Saw courageous and gorgeous Andrea; A great tune could be carried by Carrie Back home in Virginia to toil and tarry. Were astounded by each poem we saw; Delighted and dumbfound by ones of Debra; Made us merry singing a Christmas Carol; Were written by either Darrel or Harrell. So precious she was when in her teen; Eileen always did create quite a scene; Will love her forever as well as remain; And tattoo on her arm was of a crane. Barbara beat everyone at spelling bee; Writes wild poems that you should see; Always cute and incredible was Carolyn, With great voice when she is caroling. Was pretty even in skin which was porous; When we had discovered the likes of Doris; Such a beauty when they ate spaghetti Who I will associate with Betty and Nette. To read her poems and be rejuvenated, Julia's for a long time we had waited; Right to point and what word did mean Was foxy lady with a face of Francine. We saw and heard Casarah sneezing; Even with allergies found her pleasing; Perfect woman pleasing to every man; Wanted to read poems written by Jan. Was Wilma married to belligerent Barney, Who kissed her beneath stone of Blarney; Then there are poems driving you insane Like Charmaine's leave permanent stain. For Cynthia still clap together each hand, Knowing her poems are in high demand; Audrey do adore and seems so audacious; Poems remain in my mind that is spacious. Loved Laura adorable lady and so sweet; Poems knocked and swept me off my feet; Manda's poems remained so magnificent, And to each fact about them were reticent. Remember Rhonda's poems that are replete; Her great thoughts and ideas gladly greet; Shadow without a doubt saved her's for last, Until poems she did forecast were amassed. Poem was so great by Neva Romaine That it would drive whole world insane And after by us had been first sighted, Loved it and became completely delighted. Jim Horn And my goal of 5,000.