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“I’m out,” she sighed, “oflove, of vino, of any-
thing maraschino.”
She sat, She waitedFor something, For everything
Perhaps, for nothing
(Sorry, Lee!)Eyeing the faded,
blood-spattered paint, she, gasping,
suddenly felt faint.
Only seventeenHer face bespattered with blood
She got even bud
She raised the window,unlatched the screen, and stood there,
only seventeen.
She took the hacksawAnd the knife, and cut the man
Who ruined her life
She dumped his bodyfrom the old quay, and, smiling,
put the knife away.
He floated nicelyOn the tide. Crabs bit fingers
Seagull ate his eyes
[Lol! So funny! Oops. Sorry. That was undoubtedly an inappropriate response.]
Guy wrote: "[Lol! So funny! Oops. Sorry. That was undoubtedly an inappropriate response.]"Not at all. My posts on this thread are really not meant to be taken seriously
Now he had hair loss,shrinking abs, not to mention
a case of the crabs.
The crabs caught himDeep surprise. Crustaceans
With blood in their eyes
"Having crabs' awful!"the scratching man said. His pal
offered to buy one,
...but that's not what was meant.
(Sorry I know it didn't follow the sequence at the end but I had to, lol!)
His soul, after suchstrife, sought the Crab Nebula,
a strange afterlife.
Twas nebulous,chasing life in dwarf stars
bronzed in white cement.
He bought insurance,protection against fire or
astral projection.
His nebular crabWas right up for grabs, or did
It fall from a slab
His downward spiralslammed on the brakes! Now wealthy,
he markets crab cakes.
Crab cakes in cafesA taste far removed from the
Old scavenged roughage.
We ate crab laterat Candle Inn. Our waiter
played a mandolin.
He played the mandolin.singing lines in mandarin
We were all confused.
Fortunately, wewere in the mood for Chinese
Italian seafood.
We ate in glee, thenpaid and thanked the man,
he didn't seem to understand.
Something resemblinga legume spelled our gastro-
intestinal doom.
It was floating insomething red. That smelled like blood..
Was the legume dead?
Was it a legume,or the illegitimate
child of a has been?
(Been with a British accent, of course!)Disgusted, he eyed
the loathesome thing. “I should have
gone to Burger King.”
Soorry. Got a brain wormA poet was feeling so screwed
That he tore all his papers in two
The dread seventeen
Was turning him green
Coz he just couldn't write a haiku
[Omg so funny! And a great reminder for the lymeric thread!]
5-7-5’s hewrote with ease, and left haiku
to the Japanese.
Japanese people running around,pens and paper in hand,
sourcing haiku translations.
[Lol!]The ink was well deep,
Poised below the brush in hand
Trees with birds rested.
Whether in London’sOlde Wine Shades, or cypress gloom
of the Everglades,
uncorking fine wine
was their way, a life au verre
or à la bouteille.
The grape had ponderedits life, was sorted; live like
wine or be uncorked!
"Better to like wine, descendant of the vine
Than to be in-genuine."
Quickly he scribbled the rhyme
line by line, hoping
to be done in time.
[LOL! Very funny Lee and CJ, and very clever, M.Thank you Lee, and to you also!]
Lee has posted the first 5-7-5’s of the New Year! Hmm. How to follow them?Many descendants
of the vine bore a cryptic
zodiacal sign.
Cryptic indeed were the signsleaving them all confused
but for awhile.
Words lost in the crypt were found in writers' script,
stripped of clothes and ripped.
(I’m reminded of a book it’s long past time for me to reread: Priscilla Johnston’s gorgeously written biography of her father.)Old lore’s time stitchers,
world menders, dwelled in counters
of long descenders.
They were stitchers by profession.Not by love or obsession.
They were just descendants.
Pretty great, Lee!
The ghosts told stories'bout witches: for some reason 't
left them in stitches.
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sat, very confused.
"What to do, what to do?"