state of confusion
Ya'll are always doing these poetry challenges, so here's mine!
Delilahís drips downright delightfully,
pink parasol protruding from pina punch,
jamminí to jingles in the jungles of Jamaica,
she is sassy sans swimsuit in the cerulean sea,
ladyís looking for a lover with a lasting libido.
Mitchelís a meandering mojo man mooching money,
working as a waiter, while wangling women,
he has a habit of hastening to his headboard
ideas of ill intentions, importunate impulses,
denoting the dance of the demonstrative Delilah.
Traveling towards tacit titillation tonight,
Supping on swordfish and sipping Sauvignon,
Aroused by awaiting arranged assignations de amore,
Cupid caught cosmic cadence,casually causing a calamity.
Love landed like lady luck on a lark.
Nurtured nirvana is now nonpareil,
Incredible, isnít it?
© 2000 Corinne Bailey
p.s. Disclaimers notwithstanding, the names have been changed, although this poem never did reflect upon anyone of any name in his forum. Give me a break, Wizzard.
[This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 02-17-2000).]