Bad Poetry FlamingoA Poem by Michael G. SmithJust plain bad poetryTo my utter surprise And satisfying jubilation I viewed a bird Through ovular tubes and lens
Wearing clothes
half holographic Making me wonder Were they even in fashion But, beneath she
was And more than ever attractive With brown painted Dominican skin A bird apathetic in
action Like a Spanish flamingo Pink lips in a grin
She stood in my way And also her ground Slender legs which Seemed more like cranes Or planes that
never touched down
And radiant, a graduate As the sun’s own student So hot with her
many fires and burning degrees Her eyes the rays which melted Into deep dark chocolate
Messages creamy, calorized And subliminal they shouted An interruption which fed Upon my brain as toxin
Was she wanted To very much get physics and fiscal But, I just wasn’t that
kind of man So I insisted like the Dutch we split up the meal And then in marriage I might consider her hand © 2013 Michael G. SmithReviews
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