Towels and TiarasA Poem by gombeggarTowels and tiaras What a sight to see Look at that girl’s picture In the small black bikini
While, the penguin is crowing The way he always does Shouting for ovations For laurels and love
It’s a mainstay of irreverence Such conversations really no strain A cloudy smoke filled room Amongst the confections, the moods and the pains
A slip then a click Then a type type type type… Hit the ‘enter’ just once And the words go up whoosh, kinda like
Talking of unicorns Libidos, popcorn and more Chattings so unmetered There’s no time to be bored
Personal daemons, personal scores Tracking maps of tornadoes And Jesus Checking off numbers, but keeping bad scores
A lovely little family we have Cantankerous, somewhat jovial and old Confused and confounded Like a growing microbial cold
Speaks as you want Says as you will When the clock turns the day We’ll all be back sitting on our computer screens still
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Added on January 7, 2013Last Updated on January 23, 2013 Authorgombeggarhazleton, PAAbouti'm a writer, older then my years, younger then as well...i'm a fool and a giant...not usually on the same days more..Writing
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