Plaque on his teeth
Plaque on the wall
No plaque in the cow barn
~ or horse’s stall
Hello Josie. Thank you for meeting me at the sunflower field of cheer.
Have a slice of pumpkin pie. Your hot sweet apple cider is right here.
We’ll collaborate on a poem about bunnies, cats and hairy tooth faeries.
Visit the cow barn where giggly gingham girls take care of these dairies.
Giggling about a Prince Charming who might come into the barn.
You and I will roll our eyes, but allow them their youthful fictional yarn.
If we decide to collaborate on poetry, we might get goofy and funny.
Together our book would force Lulu to give us plenty of money.
I imagine that farting women would be a topic of interest to us.
Neither of us fancy, prim, girly, proper or attached to great fuss.
We might have so much fun we would talk steadily into the night.
If you agree to fly to Kansas, you might well miss your return flight.
A pink unicorn with buzzards dressed in stylish royal blue
Sashayed into the cow barn of my nemesis, Cindy Lou.
Witches and goblins were giving cow an October hairdo.
There was a loud gasp in the middle of the bovine’s shampoo.
What kind of beast are you? Asked a gargoyle with parley voo.
Quite honestly said the unicorn, I do not have an inkling or a clue.
But I can whistle Dixie fast, and I canter a sweet soft shoe.
They let him stay and marveled at his powerful pigeon coo.
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