Autumn offered its gilded best
She needed to capture every last sunray
Our budding artist at work
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The simpering sound of Suzie Marie
Had all the men flocking and wanting to see
Her beautiful hair piled high in a bow
In a pretty white dress, cut short and cut low
The girl with the luscious lashes so long
The look in her eyes so fragile yet strong
The smile on her lips was a smouldering pout
She purred and she posed, whilst working them out
The simpering sound of Suzie Marie
Make men fall in love, including me
Pole dancer her name’s Suzie Spangle
Her massive boobs she likes to dangle
They look like ripe fruit
Guys think she’s so cute
Observing them from every angle!
Mrs. Suzie Q. Anteater will take the lead, Ms. Gerbil said.
If I try to take over she might thump me hard on the head.
We did not know what she was talking about, what did she know?
We saw them parading down to town, going kind of ploddish and slow.
I told you she’d take over, Ms. Gerbil’s eyes seemed to say.
This made us laugh a little bit into our hankies that day.
Mrs. Suzie Q. Anteater is the mother of eight or nine.
You’d best do what she says and stand straight in her line.
I was thrilled as a peacock
When Suzie blushed and agreed
To come with me to the dance
I bought her the most beautiful corsage
My allowance money could buy
With money leftover for a soda
Tonight’s the night
I’m going to ask Suzie to be my girl
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 29, 2019 for contest REALISM ART (PHOTO #1) sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 3RD
“Your undies I see,” joked Wong Ling
as his girlfriend swang high on a swing.
Suzie laughed and she laughed,
saying, “You are so daft,
‘cause down there I’m not wearing a thing!”
Dec. 30, 2018 for the 'Bawdy Limerick ' Poetry Contest of Tania Kitchin
Suzie sang seductively
to Sammy the salesman.
Sometimes she serenaded
him on Sundays.
11-16-17
Alexis Y
Oh, why are you so radiant, merciful sun,
And why are the birds so gay?
Do you know our romantic rounds are done,
And I now must go away?
If you sheltered behind a cloud I would dream
You were aware of my pain,
And all birds singing a sad melody would seem
To be cheering my final train.
And why are you so sad dearest sweetheart,
Why are your cute eyes overcast?
Are they so gloomy because you know we must part,
Do you think this kiss is our last?
Then kiss me again and swallow that lump of fear,
And whisper your goodbye!
Your bespectacled face is too sweet for the stain of a tear
And your smile is the sun in my sky…
Your pulchritude rises from within you
And sits upon your beauty-coated skin,
Your aging does not thus reflect your wear
But instead draws the undying shine within.
My eyes befogged by your unblemished smile
Do not see the murk of the filthy world around
But ever scan the perfect sparkle of your eyes:
The jewel for which I prayed, the pearl that I found.
Despite the glamor and cheer of the partying crowds,
My memory dwells in the brief minutes of your golden tears -
The times when happiness your tender hands harshly eluded,
The times when your soul could not handle fate and its fears.
As the mauling of years deals your unfeeling skin a blow
I will be eager to see the marvels of this splendid amend
As the old rundown roses give way to the newer ones within,
As the worn-out glitter fades to unveil the new in the end.
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