Peter Dome Poet Free verse

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A true story.

The Barnacle On My Bum

She was a barnacle on my bum
Following me around town
getting jealous if I talked to another girl
even if they were 91.

I didn't want to hurt her
because she was so sweet
But every time I turned around
she'd be there on the street
Some times she used to frighten me
I'd have nightmare in bed at night
She was like a heat seeking missile
and she had me in her sites.

She had lips like Mick Jagger
and was always kissing me
And all because I complimented her once
and bought her a cup of tea
Now she's besotted
and wants to marry me. 

I can't see what she sees in me
I try to avoid her like the plague
I was scared to leave the house
But had to and be brave.

I had to always be on the watch
Like a hunting cat
be as agile as a ballerina
and as stealthy as a rat.

But then she found a boyfriend
I was happy as can be
Because he now had a barnacle on his bum
Phew! and  not me.


Peter Dome.copyright.2014.march.

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Alex Frankel March 18, 2014 at 6:17 PM great poem! wishing you and your barnacles all the best! cheers, Alex Peter Dome March 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM Thank you so much Alex, great to hear from you. yake good care, my best wishes Pete. So glad you enjoyed it.

Andrea Dietrich March 18, 2014 at 5:20 PM hahaha. good one, Peter Peter Dome March 18, 2014 at 6:02 PM Thank you so much.Andrea, glad you enjoyed it take good care. Best wishes Barnicle Pete. ha ha.

Poet Destroyer A March 17, 2014 at 11:48 PM WOW! Peter, PHEW! What a relief for you. My son had the same problem, However, I took care of it.. :).... enjoyed ~ Linda Peter Dome March 18, 2014 at 6:27 AM Got rid of one, now got another, not sure why. seem to be like flies at times perhaps I smell like manure or something, must be my after shave. those barnacles cling on hard.. ooh my bum!. so you did well Linda. hope your son is ok now. thank you so much. hope your keeping ok. take good care.my best wishes. Pete.

Paul Callus March 17, 2014 at 11:16 AM Saved by the gong! Phew! that was a near miss :) // paul Peter Dome March 17, 2014 at 2:20 PM So true, but I admit, a little part of me musses her, but I have a new barnacle on my bum now a little saner, ''I hope'.'' Thank you so much Paul. take good care Pete.

Michael Dom March 17, 2014 at 7:23 AM Lucky you. Barnacles - what an analogy. Loved it. Peter Dome March 17, 2014 at 7:34 AM Hi Michael great to hear from you. glad she didn't have a twin sister. Why do I always seem to attract psychos.. The latest one keeps a crow bar under her bed, and tells me she knows how to dispose of a body!. She's been married 6 times. I never stay there. Thank you my friend. best wishes. Pete.