Clive’s wife is out of town for the evening
so he doesn’t have a second to lose
Feeling his excitement rising
he nervously places his first order
The late night courier delivers a huge box
Clive frantically rips off the packaging
to reveal ...
Six inch stiletto’s -
in flamingo pink patent leather
Clive moans in sheer ecstasy
As he squeezes his hirsuit size 13 feet
into sexy shiny shoes
Slipping into a shimmering sequinned dress
he applies theatrical makeup
which hides his five o’clock shadow
a platinum blonde wig completes the look
Clives transformation to Tallulah is finally complete!
Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin
5/15/19
There was a fine bird named Tallulah
who had the most fine alula*
she played on her drum
rum-a-tum-tum
Fine solos* for her sister Beulah.
Fair Beulah thought “I’ll not be outdone!”
“It’s my civic* duty to strum”
so this one high noon*
with her alula she tuned
An accompaniment to rum-a-tum-tum!
While the gals thought it their civic duty
to play music all root-a-toot-tootie
they rocked the nest
and you know the rest
Both gals fell on their plump feathered booties!
*Palimdromes used alula [short bird feathers corresponding to a thumb]
civic, solos, noon
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
A Jim-Jam Mickey-Mouse Poem
I think that you might never see
A poem as weird as this might be
For I’ll use luscious words
That otherwise might sound absurd
This poem may turn out silly-sally
Or even a bit dillydally
In hindsight this whole kit and caboodle
May come across as dipsy-doodle
I’ll find a rhyme for titillated
That’s quintessentially outdated
I might include a foxy lady
But not written like my friend Slim Shady
So there won’t be some randy blowhard
Gender-bender sleaze-ball retard
No hooligan with gizmo manikin
No easy rider glissade shenanigan
No penny pincher prude nitpicker
And of course no cowboy old ****-kicker
And I would be recalcitrant
If I were to use this poem to rant
Though I know at times I vacillate
I shan’t lambaste this tete-a-tete
I haven’t worked in balderdash
Bloke or codger or mish-mash
No Tallulah, no Colleen
No rambunctious Charlie Sheen
And there’s no dubious diddlysquat
But that’s abso-bloody–lutely all I’ve got
Mdailey 3/30/12
Miss Tallulah Bankhead, you were the quintessential southern belle.
You played all your acting parts on the screen quite well.
With your ethereal beauty and your deep sultry voice,
you were the type of actress so many considered choice.
Although your personal life may have been controversial,
on the screen and the stage, your parts were very colorful.
You became a very famous actress in your day.
We miss you since 1968 when you passed away.
Takes in all of what she sees's
And so enthusiastically
Leaps about, care free and heart felt
Longing to find a mystery or secret door
Under, over, clambering through her imagination
Lavender surrounds her in the hazy field
All is quiet, only the deepest sigh
Home bound on the shoulders of her father
I called you to say
Hello
and you called out ...
Hello ... Hello?
hanging up on my silence.
What game is this I play?
I came to you to hold me.
Cross-country affair
doesn't seem now
what was there then
within your silence.
Goodbye, goodbye
to Tallulah, Louisiana
naked poverty stark.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the meteorite crater
ever always opened in
desert silence.
Is it wrong for me to want you
when in the end you are not mine,
always to another bound
on lifes' road?
Is it wrong for me to hold you
in my thoughts each day
when in other arms you lie,
and as I do not wait
lying in arms to dread
in silence.
I will not love you
if love may yet remain
between you two
while I am yet one
listening forever to
road calls.
Hello ... hello?
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