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untitled fantasy (without marshmallows)

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bsquirrel
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0 posted 06-01-2000 11:23 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

Butterfly slippers, cold punch dippers,
The bees have eaten all the butter.
They flew in clotted cream,
Looked fuzzy like a dream
And crawled around in Super Uber's clutter.

Now S.U. was a girl
Who knew for sure the world
Was made of strawberry jam.

In fact she was known
For her tact every noon
In yelling out "It's all a scam!"

"Listen to me!
All you stupid hungry bees!
You left honey in my chowder!"

They didn't listen -- just buzzed,
Which put S.U. in a fuss
And made her yell all the louder.

"Now listen to me!" she began again,
Waving her hands like a frantic fan;
She was soon stung into submission.

As she looked at the holes
Caused by their rigamarole
She suddenly came up with a question.

"Why don't these stings hurt?
In fact, they feel like a flirt --
Harmless, a fun waste of time."

She then tasted the mud
And some other floor-crud.
Remember, she thought it was jam, not slime!

You see, in S.U.'s world,
All the world's girls
Besides herself were cruel beyond mention!

She learned about jam
One day when asking out Stan,
And a friend knocked her right over.

Got his name and number as S.U.
Lay on the ground.
Red, red floating like strawberry jam.

Ever since that day
Her fractured reality
Is all about her that's worth any mention.

She left the doors open wide
To let warmth and love inside.
The bees quickly came in and made their hives.

Now S.U. sits alone on the floor,
Looking out the big empty door,
But she's too happy to ever cry.

Butterfly slippers, upside-down dippers,
The bees are still eating all her food.
If you're looking for a moral,
Instead you're going to get a quarrel.
Make sense? I'm just not in the mood.

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Janet Marie
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1 posted 06-01-2000 11:38 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Butterfly slippers, upside-down dippers,
The bees are still eating all her food.
If you're looking for a moral,
Instead you're going to get a quarrel.
Make sense? I'm just not in the mood.
----------------

*SMILE*

it need not have a moral...need not make sense ...
if we dont get it...maybe its cause we're dense.

Butterfly slippers needed a reason to smile tonite...thank you.
BS/JM




 There are places inside our souls ...
that have never been touched.
There are places inside our hearts ...
that need to be loved this much.
~Janet Marie~

"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~

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2 posted 06-02-2000 12:11 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Hey, Butterfly Slippers! Glad to be of service.   I told you I'd use that name in a poem sometime. What inspired this one was a girl at work who uses "super-uber" instead of "super-duper" which I just find so cool. Then she said I could use that word in a poem! The first line I had in my head for a long time, but never knew what to do with, was "Butterfly slippers, cold punch dippers. Her birthstone was strawberry." But that just didn't flow. Somehow, Super Uber was just what I needed (and you, B.S.).  

Later, girl

Mike
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3 posted 06-02-2000 01:34 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

been waiting for this one a long time, Mike...should have known you wouldn't forget...wanted  Janet Marie to be first to reply tho...and I liked the last line too...
my prayers are with you and your friend, Mike.  
MagnoliaBlue
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4 posted 06-02-2000 04:15 PM       View Profile for MagnoliaBlue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for MagnoliaBlue

I really enjoyed this.
Very well written.
Makes lots of sense to me!  


MBlue

 
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5 posted 06-03-2000 03:52 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

serenity,
Thanks for your prayers. Was this poem worth the wait?   Glad you enjoyed -- and glad to give Butterfly Slippers a lift, too.

MBlue,
Well of course you understand it: you're insane!  

MIke
 
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