crisp, refreshing
butterscotch
cold cream
melts in mouth
good to the last drop
even the ice
tastes like butterscotch
Of my nose, Pop said, he could not save
Thru his laughter, told me to be brave
Blood hit the ground and froze
Still, it gushed like a hose
Soon after, the dead, rose from the grave
Their pennies popped when they saw the flood
So, they dived on top and dined on blood
But, once they had their fill
They used the rest for swill
And left me face down, drained, in the mud
Then they turned their attention to Pop
He kept screaming and told them to stop
But, they all kept going
One hell of a showing
They said he was good to the last drop
Enough is enough of this serious stuff
The sillies are where I belong
Here's something to ponder, my friends
Why is the word 'abbreviation' so long
I don't usually have to think twice
Before giving it a second thought
You're schizophrenic? That makes four of us
Skydiving is good to the last drop
Have you heard that gravity is a myth
It's earth that really sucks
Did you know old people have a secret
That secret is known as luck
One more then I really must go my friends
Why do camels have two humps
The second is for storage during long trips
So that's twice in the hot sun
I know it’s coming
that urge
the pressure to perform
on queue
a conga line of the incontinent
living the Maxwell House dream
“good to the last drop”.
We wait in shuffling silence
knowing that when the dance is over
we’ll be going home alone.
7/9/2021
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
(ads from the 70's and 80's)
If a diamond is forever,
then love is the San Francisco treat.
Just a little dab’ll do ya
so be all that you can be.
It’s the cheesiest, so just do it
you can have it your way.
So reach out and touch someone
it’s the best part of waking up.
And like a good neighbor, there’s
love and no more tears.
Once you pop, you can’t stop for
nobody does it like Sara Lee.
She lets her fingers do the walking
promise her anything, but give her love.
She’s come a long way baby
and brings good things to life.
But when it rains, I see it pours
and I deserve a break today.
For a mind is a terrible thing to waste
does she…or doesn’t she?
Her love is good to the last drop
so don’t treat your puppy like a dog!
Celebrate the moments of your life,
And don’t leave home without them.
I fly her friendly skies, they’re great
and I can have it my own way.
Keeps going, and going, and going
She is the pause that refreshes.
Takes a licking and keeps on ticking
nothing comes between me and my girl.
She tastes great though her love is less filling
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!
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Morning coffee burns
when it hits my sleepy lips
boy, it sure tastes good!
so smooth you are-
the thought of you soothe's down my throat.
milkshakes, mocha latte's and root beer floats...
baby you are my chocolate chip, you're my honey dip
...and I just love the way your cream is whipped...
butter pecans, hot fudge and caramel
I love your taste and your sweet unforgettable smell...
everytime after tasting you...my mind dwells...
on the rainbow colored sprinkles placed upon you
there's no other flavor I wanna try beyond you...
hot syrup oozing all over you
-no matter cold or hot...you're my fondue
baby you're so good, I want double scoops of you
you chill my body in this heat
my favorite dessert, my favorite treat...
without your taste, I'm incomplete
- you give me this feeling-
I never felt...
and when I have you, my heart just melts
...I'll put you in my icebox to preserve you
you taste so good, sometimes I wonder if I deserve you...
slowly churned, soft served and home made...
...I like many kinds...but you're perfect just the way you're made.
I'll place you in my cone and put a cherry on your top
cause baby you're just like icecream...
good to the last drop!
Loving you is cruel and unusual punishment.
When I met you, I should have started running to a tent.
I simply can't handle it. This is cruel and unusual punishment.
You dropped the bomb on me and I cannot pick up the pieces.
Your love to me was like Red Hots covered in Reese's Pieces.
After I got the sweet peanut buttery treat then the mouth
Of the river of my love got hot from the other layer that
Tastes and feels like the cinnamony Red Hots. It's no longer
Like Folgers it feels good to the last drop but I don't want it
And it want to stop. I feel like calling the cops because loving
You is a crime and it's taking too much time to end this
Love it's cruel and unusual punishment.
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