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Oh, my! A lecher is near us, you say?
No, I didn’t use C-H. Lekker uses a K.
What did you mean? Was it *“Lick her” you said?
And just who should I lick? Are you out of your head?
NO! Lekker! It’s NICE.
How gross can you get? Licking some person that you've never met!
No, it’s just LEKKER. I didn’t say LICK.
Well, good! I’m not licking some girl. That’s just sick.
Am I hearing you right? Are you trying to say . . .
*“like her”? Just who do you like anyway?
Not “i” as in “like.” Is your head made of wood?
It’s LEKKER, a word which simply means GOOD.
Ok, cool your jets! You’ve gone red in the face.
Why didn’t you tell me this in the first place?!
* In American English, at least, if a person says "Lick 'er" or "Like 'er"
it is meant as "lick her" or "like her" since we often omit the H sound
of pronouns like him and her after a preceding consonant sound.
For the Lekker Contest of Suzette Crous
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Cool Your Jets Poem
Jimmy and I couldn't be made men
'cause we had Irish blood mixed in
it was a cafone-real greaseball Italian thing
need to trace us back to the old country
make sure we're of a pure generation
Ah so you think I'm funny? Some kind of
paggliacci-a frickin' clown?
Hey he didn't mean nothing by it just sit down
don't go on tilt
ya should take Dennis Farina's timeless advice-
relax-have a pastrami sandwich n' glass of milk
Just cool your jets don't forget we got that thing
upstate n' tend to this seedy underworld
under the faceless Bronx skies
Pauly was nonetheless too pleased when I
turned on him-
now I'm a nobody in witness protection
Ah i miss the old days we were somebodies
we'd walk down the street n' people respect us
n' in this I'm not tellin' no lies
when we were good fellas-ya just them ol'
10-13-2016 Duncan R.M. Ferguson
Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2016
Cool Your Jets Poem
carry me through the barren leaves in braids of trees life is a known mystery
locked horns with the mere notion of joy as a bat with girl meets boy lift your head high
cool your jets lest I confess that life is but a test I must confess turn the radio on
sing a song so we all can get along smile cause it's contagious nothing outrageous
be engaged with your new jack swing did I hear the door bell ring
live long and prosper give cadence to the helper warm to shelter feeling better
keep ya head up dig long on Pac's philosophy in cosmic history ya see a breeze
dizzy in a haze thought for many days like a mouse stuck in its maze
Each of us is building our own dynasty living out our legacy into God you see
Strength comes from up above we sweep things underneath the rug gives a big hug
Homeboy got a nine to his head begging for bread face full of lead
I'm a leader and never a follower come in store lest I implore something more
playing our favorite song on the radio face on a pillow sniffing liquid jello
Hello, we must increase the beat to promote its tempo long lines being formed
Curse the very day you were born better wait your turn hearts to yearn
Spinning like a top homeboy do think a lot boogy down to the socks
got to be bilingual take you places to go like Kool Moe Dee making sweet history
faces, places & spaces...midnight traces making the Margarhetti an explosion in the mind
sipping on cherry wine everything is quite fine created from a great design
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2018