I had a perfect dream
And sometimes poems are just plain silly
Primed as a posy on the vine, plump
and wanting to be picked
Pouting lips whisper “Pop me off!”
Perfection primed and plucked
I had a perplexing dream of purple
pancakes, dancing on my plate,
skirts rising and pantaloons perking
my son’s prepubescent interest.
Pounce on the alarm. OFF!
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during July 2010
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