The lustrous perfume bottle
avec neck spritzer and bottom caudal
With hexing brio it holds her captive
Pure rapture is sexually attractive
A woman’s torso a glass statuette
dressed in a golden chic corset
An old hippy scarf suspends on the wall
Her ‘Eau De Joy’ is kitschy after all
Shimmies into mid-calf western boots
She rifles through sequined body suits
Last touches of an aromatic scent
she deems the fragrance extravagant
Lurid lemon zest smacks of old school
Blithely vivacious leads them a drool
Juicy sweet notes from cleavage to chin
A whirlwind of hazy mist he’s in
Wild at heart with beats that throttle
A burning desire from a perfume bottle
Kiss My Petunias
Call yourself a poet
Or is it poetess?
Your so called poems a child could do
Your work is such a mess.
Hairy fairy rubbish, this what you write
Under the guise of poetry
Your words are such a fright
You offer sickly sweet friendship
What a joke that is
You are like a white wine spritzer, but without the fizz
But then your loving smile shines right off the page
Your wonderful words of wisdom
Give you credit as a sage
Your compassion is overflowing, your intuition too
I am amazed at all the wonderful selfless things that you do
The time you spend on your family
Makes you the envy of us all
We know when there’s a problem, you are the one to call
In fact your compassion is pure poetry
So there is not finer poetess you are the one for me.
Entry for Contest: Kiss my Petunias, sponsored by Vi Bombadieri
Forgive me, dear lady but you asked for it...............I feel a real heel
Client 9 Governor Spitzer
Was once New York’s ethics blitzer
This VIP flub
At the Emperor Club
Came from an overworked spritzer
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