Tinkerbelle
Tinkerbelle’s all grown up now
Voluptuous and holy cow
When she’s draped in her flimsy gown
I must tell Peter “down boy down”
Tinkerbelle still doesn’t speak
So we commute by tongue in cheek
She lights up like a firefly
Whenever Peter is near by
Peter and I are Siamese twins
And where I stop – well, he begins
And I’m Tink’s favorite grown up male
While she’s my favorite fairy tail
Mdailey 7/12/11
For Leighann Anderson’s contest – Land of Fairies
I hope this poem does not offend anyone. I just couldn't help myself.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.