Night Attire
Spoke to a bloke
from Blighty
whose wife
wouldn't wear a nightie
when she rolled over
he told me
her ankles were tangled
then turned back
her throat strangled
all the more
'I can't retire' she sleepily said
so instead she wore
bloomers to bed
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
ankles, clothes, humor, night, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Ankles
Ankles
Anxiety riddled ankles desire strongly
to
become robots
bearing a
resemblance to
cows.
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
ankles, humor,
Form: Free verse
View From Basement Flat
It was the sound that first drew me
to the low street-facing window.
I cleared a small spot in the grime
and was rewarded by ankles.
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack.
Joie de vivre discernible
in the rhythm of her hurried pace,
that's only broken when she skipped
the crack in the concrete pavement.
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack.
The fashionable red high heels
heralded slim, well-formed ankles
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
ankles, relationship,
Form: Dramatic Verse
My Fat Ankles
My ankles have increased substantially today
They are all fat and puffy and don’t yell “hooray!”
Thought they were diabolical at the end of May.
They look full of water, what else can I say?
At least they are pink, have not yet turned to gray.
Please come over today Aunt Petey and Cousin Tray.
If I am not home, I
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
ankles, age, women,
Form: Monorhyme
Villanelle: Break Not Chains Sartre Hooked On Ankles In Disdain
Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
No Lawrence outsider sups with wooden spoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein
One thing’s to espouse the cause of mighty swain
Another to champion masses without boon
Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
Shut not windows when
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
ankles, angst, fate, freedom, pain,
Form: Villanelle