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A Place of Pleasure

Written By:  D. Collins 6/30/25


I'll be in a place of pleasure where wind soothes my bald head.
Far from the concrete jungles and snow-shoveling homesteads.
I'll be in the ocean with waves crashing all up against me.
Tasting salt water with nothing but sand under my feet.


A quiet place of pleasure sipping umbrella drinks.
Leaving bitter cold for those who love their minks.
I will lay in the sun and turn a dark, bronze red.
Do power walks on the beach versus working instead.


Learn to build sandcastles to amaze everyone's eyes.
Breathe that sigh of relief I've waited for all my life.
I can smell it, taste it, and gather it into my reach.
The next time you'll see me it will be at the beach.

Ladybugs are not so ladylike

Sweet ladybugs are not so ladylike
When frightened by oldster or a young tike
Squirting yellow liquid that tastes horrible and stinks
Putrid smelling, worse than corpses of six rotting minks.

Carnival of Carnivals

I watch carnival of carnivals quickly unfold
intense barkers are yelling as if their large bears are gold
seeing ultimate thin man and fat lady never gets old
fortune tellers are so unique, they’ve created their mold

tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
elaborate stories are being bandied about in the cold.
silver is crossing palms, upsells are extremely bold.
acrobats are doing tricks with agile bodies that fold.

from the tilt-a-whirl ride an old man just fell and rolled.
kewpie dolls nod from their shelves inside the fold.
merry-go-round horses are touched up with gold.
old women are wearing minks, flashing that they're stolled.

carnival of carnivals is a treat that never gets old.
cotton candy is pink and puffy, spun right out of gold.
tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
traveling from town to town, her tales quickly unfold.

Such Vanity

Two lovely ladies were walking down the street
Said one to the other, “Wouldn’t it be neat
If my husband gave me some expensive perfume?”
In reply, the other said, “What a message, I think,
Suggesting, in the most subtle way, you stink?
I would much rather have a beautiful mink coat,”
“So,” her friend responded, “that you can gloat?”
“Not at all,” her companion replied with subtlety,
“Because it would be ever so becoming to me.”
“Think of all the minks who would give up their all 
So that you might become the belle of the ball,”
To which the former did not hesitate to reply,
“What better cause for the little creatures to die?”
“Such vanity!” --her friend whispered with a sigh.

written December 4, 2021

Buying a Coat For Love

She was like a big doll, he thought,
As he watched her standing stoically
So prominent in the window display.

A window shopper looked in.  So attractive, he thought.
Suddenly all reminiscent ideas fled,
As she had disappeared from view.

He walked towards the window display.
There was the dummy wearing a coat 
With a large mirror behind it.

Not a coat of fashion, though around the neck
It had some expensive fur, a mink no doubt.
It was not beyond his means really.

He mused whether he would dare offer it to her.
But he hardly knew her and was not rich really,
Just a poor latrine attendant with no schooling.

Dreams!  He was a fool for out of the shop
She came wearing the coat and she was not alone.
A hunk of a man strode confidently with her.

He looked back at the window now without the coat.
Only the mirror remained.  His face leered back at him.
Was his face that ugly that he resembled a mink?
Ah well, even minks have a loving mate!

Grandma Closet Memory

Those dead minks with the holes where the eyes went
They were both eaten in closets in the sixties right?
Do you remember those moth balls and the hat boxes?
I am going through an old memory of grandma’s closet.

It was crazy dark back in there; it felt like mice were lurking.
I remember the old person smells of stinky perfume.
And grandpa’s cologne. We played under the racks.
It was a time of discovery; I was a pirate in there.

I miss this sometimes. My closet is not half as lovely.
I especially miss putting my fingers in and out of the eye holes
Of those stiff smelly dead minks with the fur that was molting.
Why she kept these I do not know. Possibly were her mother’s?

Rich Or Wealthy

So what are the Rule's ?

You wish to place place this wager on ?

And how is the Jury then to Judge ?

Your Bank Account
Your Real Estate 
Your Stocks and Share's 
Minks and Furs 
Supercars , Jewel's and Gold

Versus 

My 2nd Mortgage 
10 year old Car
Overdrafts 
And rising Credit Card Bills 

Based on this alone I fear you win this wager
Hands down no contest

But what if we raised the stakes
To what we could actually 
take with us to our grave

Like Friends and Family 
Those we have blessed 
Lives we had touched 

I fear my Foe
The Currency in Death you shall seek
Will not be measured 
In Money and Gold

But rather in Deed's and Actions 
And whether or not you will be missed

Magnificent Masquerading Marauders

Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean 
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily. 
Maybe. 
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily. 
Meanwhile 
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses 
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals 
Might mean 
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making 
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives. 
Moreover, 
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians, 
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men 
May 
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders. 
Meanwhile 
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing 
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory. 
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.

What Makes the World Go Round

What makes the world go round?
   Some say it's music's sound  
And surely it's something rather pleasant
   Enjoyed by folks from kings to peasants...

What makes the world go round?
   There are those who say it's money's clink
Buying luxuries from mansions to minks
   Champagne and dainty liquers to drink

What makes the world go round?
   Moderns say that knowledge is power
But to what end? For purposes dour?
   Better stagnation than such brainpower 

So, after considering all the thoughts above
   I'll stick with good old-fashioned Love

Who Really Wins

While watching the Oscars
I sit here and I think
They all look so fancy 
In their tuxes and minks

These actors who make millions
Playing someone they're not
While I sit here on the couch
Envious of all that they've got

But when we dig deeper
And look past their fame
You start to realize 
That we're all the same

If we could turn the camera around 
And they could watch us
It is these celebrities
Who would really be jealous

Merds Wixed

Woke up this morning with thaughty knots on my brain
Hang on thih minks I've got my merds wixed again
Course you snow what I hay
Happens devery eay
Now listen I ain't just disling wixie that's pinda klain... whoaaa!

Blink and Wink -2- Left Bare

Well, Blink and Wink, survived the sinking ship
They took off their minks and cursed such a trip
They swam to the shore
Their muscles were sore
But now they were both, standing in the nip 


Michael

Writing, Trying, Using Sphinx Links

Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks? 
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!

She's a Cougar

She is a predator at night and a proper lady in the day
Young men, the younger the better but in their early 30's is okay
She has money, but wants to own several men
They can't satisfy her cravings, but do the best they can
She knows their weaknesses, like Superman and Lex Luthor
She is a well known species, she is a Cougar
Her men better be in shape, she likes the hunks
Buys them drinks to get them drunk
She looks good for her ripe age
But without the makeup, she could be put in a cage
She wears the Minks, not some on sale Kmart fur
She lives next door, watch out for the huntress in the local cougar

Things

Things 
Having new toys
Impressing others
New cars, minks,sinks
Getting is living
Saving stinks

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