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Buttered Bones - Adult Poetry
What if for you
the words are the stones
on the beach of your need
and you are the tide
that rubs them smooth?
What do you call it?
POETRY.
Poetry ought to be easy and enjoyable--music translated into words, or art transposed into verse. Poetry should never take itself too seriously. Poetry should inspire laughter as well as tears.
Excerpt From Adult Poetry:
ME AND YOUR MAN
Honey, don't you cut your eyes at me;
I don't want your man--
His deep warm smile,
His soft cool touch,
Come a dozen in a can.
Ain't nothin' he got that I would want;
No reason for concern--
Not the touch of his face,
Or the taste of his lips,
Would make my motor burn.
He ain't my style--he ain't my type;
I never would be caught--
Falling asleep
In his strong brown arms,
Ain't gave it a second thought.
So take them dagger eyes on home;
He doesn't ring my chime--
I'd never dance
Just to hear his voice--
I'd never waste my time.
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