Short Showroom Poems
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How could a corpse like me ask for more
Than this faucet from the showroom floor
It may look a dud
But it cleans off blood
And came dirt cheap from the Zombie Store
An indoor showroom for
Invaluable art pieces
To attract your attentions
To the beauty of nature
Or your admirations
To the beauty of creations of men
Maybe for the eyes only
But no bargains
Captcha. SCAJ
She drove me to the showroom
Cars all shiny and brand new
A feeling of doom has come over me
Jetta * will garage where I used to do
*a car by Volkswagen
Penned 20 July 2013 for Adam's Captcha Contest
The weeping cherry tree retails
Its showroom as a work of art.
All pink, more golden sparkle
coming out of cherry tree
In perfect beauty delight.
As a thief one...two.. and three
Cherries are stolen
For her lover in rest.
Inspired by:F.MacKenzie Roberts
Photo of a Raccoon holding a cat
A Raccoon in the showroom can you imagine that
now see if you can imagine one holding a cat
never in my life did I think I would see
A little striped cat being held such as he...
He walked around the showroom
the cars were shining bright
He told the nearest salesman
I do not see a bike
They thought he meant motorcycles
instead of brand-new cars
The little green man got offended
so he pedaled on back to Mars
The Chevy Vega is something I won’t miss.
No other car in Detroit was built like this.
Off the dealer’s lot or out of the showroom,
the sound of the running engine was a harbinger of doom.
Upkeep and maintenance busted my financial bubble.
It always seemed to develop some kind of trouble.
This was the kind of car leaving many owners pissed.
It was usually crossed off on car buyers’ lists.
Together we lie on the crimson sheet
Hands pressed together, we are now complete
Worlds apart in so many ways
Our eyes fixed on each other with agaze
Years have passed since we last laughed
We need to rediscover our craft
But, Time is short when you reach life’s peak
Our body’s are worn down like a showroom antique
Our love for each other will never falter or cease
It’s now time for us to close our eyes and make peace
Old stained mattress
in a ditch looking forlorn
cast aside without a second thought
Old stained mattress
blown off a truck by a strong wind
or placed here by two men lugging?
Old stained mattress
shabby and streaked
I pass her daily
Wondering if she has feelings
Making up stories about her
Thinking about her first day off the showroom floor
Poor old stained mattress
Poor poor old stained mattress
She makes me feel badly.