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Elizabeth Glover Poem
While trying to zip up my pants,
I had to take on that “stantz”
Of sucking in my big gut and bending just the right way;
Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that éclair the other day!
Before I try on these clothes,
I try to think of a pose,
That sexy way this will make me look or feel,
But I remember that I’ve had three kids and think, “Get Real!”
I go exercise at the gym,
I want to be slim and trim,
I see all the hunks working out on the bars,
While I’m tilting the steering wheel up on my cars.
I need to give you all some alerts!
Stressed spelled backwards is desserts!
I really don’t think it’s a mistake!
It’s getting to be all I can take!
While I hide all my fat,
And make excuses for all of that,
my man brings me roses & candy and lights candles,
And tells me he loves all my rolls and love handles!
Copyright © Elizabeth Glover | Year Posted 2005
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Elizabeth Glover Poem
Poetry has a hidden meaning,
words designed to invoke a feeling,
unveiled by the writer to his prey.
A graphical hook, the trap now set,
imagery, a heroic couplet.
The poet’s task is finally a lay!
Ballad, limerick, and sometimes haiku,
envoi, epic, and often rondeau,
His hunting methods seldom concrete.
He appropriates all the time it takes.
The reader’s tenacity he breaks.
To finally enlighten is his feat.
His enjoyment has at last been filled.
Even as his plebe is being skilled,
The onus of work is now complete!
Copyright © Elizabeth Glover | Year Posted 2005
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