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Frying Pan |
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mdwmr Junior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 10 |
I am lying on the floor dizzy, and really can’t tell you why; I see stars in front of me but they are not up in the sky; I was having a great day, talking to my wife; We was talking about our love and our great life; She ask me about my health, she ask me about my work She ask me about my sister, and my brother-in-law the jerk. She ask me about my father, she ask me about my mother. She ask me about my Aunt, she ask me about my brother; She ask me to mow the lawn, she ask me to take out the trash; She ask me to look at her arm, because she has some rash; She ask me about her hair, she ask me about her shoe; She ask me if her pants made her look fat, and I said, Yes you bet they do. So I am lying on the floor wondering who I am; Next to me on the floor is a Frying Pan Martin D. White Author Living The Simple Life Simple Life Poetry www.livingthesimplelife.com www.poetstage.com --------------------------- Publisher- Poetic Monthly www.poeticmonthly.com |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Funny poem, I like it. Ida |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
And an all woman jury would not convict her. Funny. I enjoyced. Joyce |
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