Here's another great, glistening, tanning-oil lathered, beach volleyball playing poem for everyone. Belly Bump!
Bon Pain (submitted)
A monkey with a whistle
screeches bad math at every thistle.
Every thorn and every missed cue
prompts deafening equations to issue.
A red-faced coach with several strokes
Screams hints at mighty oaks,
On how to play safe.
On how to save face.
The first lie
Your body ever told you
Was that you and it are the same thing.
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I love the Gillray gout print & the jellyfish - great complements to the poem.
ReplyDeleteYour skin is lined with tiny nervous lungs this metaphor I enjoyed the most dunno why
ReplyDeleteAlways entertaining stuff!
ReplyDeleteYou've got talent, kid!
ReplyDeletehmmm not a bad poem. I like it.
ReplyDeleteow!! my foot hurts just looking at that picture. I could feel pain and fatigue in my body just reading the words...haven't played beach volleyball, and now I probably never will. well done imagery!
ReplyDeleteCan i drink the pain and eat the bacon?
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