perroquet avenue lips
poems and polaroids
pornitography
hariness
protected by vickies
cleavite libertinism
third base
strobe-lit memories
slang..
perroquet = a delicious, minty French alcoholic drink
avenue = a shade of deeply red lipstick
vickies = victoria's secrets
cleavite = untanned areas usually covered by a bathing suit, and thus pale
third base = come ON, everyone knows
Categories:
untanned, celebration, fun, happiness, night,
Form: Free verse
Too tan Tess was what they called her
But not for the reason you think
But of a misplaced "two" decal
Stuck to her, after too much to drink
Her moniker came hard for her
With an untanned two on her head
She said, "Well, I'll just keep tanning,"
"Till it's gone, this two that I dread!"
She tanned more to cover it up
After each time, just on the brink
They all still call her too tan Tess
But now, for the reason you think!
Categories:
untanned, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
A fictional account as told
from a woman's perspective
Well, croak me ...
I just got kissed by a frog
Some gangly man,
looking like Lincoln, Abraham ...
an untanned man I didn't even know,
seems he hit the Lotto
I was standing next to him when he found out,
and the ghost-faced man turned and impulsively kissed me
Which surprised me completely
After that kiss though, he looked strangely different:
he appeared to be taller, even ruggedly handsome,
with skin that now had a radiant glow
It's funny how money can change a person instantly
from a frog into a prince
It's weird and wonderful that's for sure ---
Seeing someone reach the land of the rich,
by leaping from the pond of the poor
Categories:
untanned, funny, humor, money, satire,
Form: Light Verse
They were just children when they were diagnosed...no sun.
Condemned to living in a world without light...no fun.
One minute of sunlight could be the end.
Shadows and night time their only friend.
Who in the world would be there for them.
Who would speak up for the youth condemned.
A child stands in a darkened room,
Staring out at a faceless moon.
Fists raised toward the heavens,
Searching for answers they beckon.
Tears stream down an untanned cheek.
Feeling like nothing but an unholy freak.
Passing people point and stare.
A life was never more unfair.
A baby is born and they learn from a test
he will be just like the rest.
Trapped inside away from the sun.
Games and races he'll never run.
Categories:
untanned, child, dark, sick, sun,
Form: Rhyme