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Lady Bradburyâs Excursion (Free verse) by Dovina (or Whiffs from a Dark Journey)
Alone again on grassy path
To vital refuge on rainy night
Latched inside a tiny shack
Bushy skirt pressed left and right
Petticoats, underdress, overdress raised
Bloomers first lowered
Now drawers, is that all?
The word I want is âempoweredâ
Nothing to see but lacy cloth
All fluffed around from waist to head
Lower parts lower ever so slowly
Wood donut on hindquarters dread
Perched silently upon the black pit
Gentle tinkles like soft mountain brook
Breeze of flowers, a scent to imagine
Jealous, but quiet, contained in this nook.
Up the ladder:
Cool In The Army
Down the ladder:
The Breathing Dead
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.9411764
Posted: July 1, 2004 9:01 AM PDT; Last modified: July 1, 2004 9:01 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.7097826 Overall Rank: 498 Comments:
Dovina - this is somewhat strange.
it really is.
Stranger than Antagon?
Stranger than -=Zamzara=-?
I'm lucky. With my ruffles over my head, I stand to tinkle and make the wood donut even more dreadful on future other's hindquarters.
Oh, thank you so much.
Absolutely splendid.
You have taken the mundane and transformed it
into art. About as original as any poem I have read in a long time. It takes a "leak" where it has never gone before and somehow does so in good taste. Womderful!
I never would have thought to write a poem about taking a leak, but you've started my gears turning. I found this poem very amusing.
Not too amusing, please.
interesting.................
Doughnut, dear. "Donut" is the brand name.
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in my opinion.