Open Poetry #1 |
A Paradox? |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
A trip to docs, O' how I fear, A vow I made, to ne'er go near, But then a pain, down there below, As to the cause, I did not know, So to the docs, I had to go, To seek relief, from my big toe. (I know your mind, it's in the gutter, Was not "big toe," you thought I'd utter.) Consult needed to solve the trouble And with two docs my fear did double, But then the cure, I thanked profusely When told to wear my socks more loosely, I hate M.D.s, but thanked the docs, That's what I call, a pair-of-docs. Went to the mall to buy some slacks, At first I thought, I'd get some khaks, I asked the clerk what she's suggest, What on my bod, would look the best? She said Dockers is what I'd get, On your lithe frame, look great I bet, (This is my ode, so I can lie, About my frame, so no outcry.) Clerk pointed out, right over there, A knockout girl, with silken hair, That's Dockers there, on that young lass, I gazed upon, the knockout's class. (Once again get out the gutter, It was not "class" you thought I'd utter.) I said to clerk, I'll take a pair, Just like the Docks, that she does wear, As leered at girl with silken locks, That's what I call, a pair-of Docks. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Tim: I love the poem... but my mind has such a comfortable residence set up in the gutter... must I move? *G* |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Very slick Sir Tim. Also very funny. By chance did you consider as well two ships sailing into a pair of docks? |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
well done indeed, Tim...i do so enjoy a light-hearted poem ------------------ one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...your countenance...eight short weeks...My One and Only...Music to my Ears...hoarse whispers...just watching tv...Feel the need?...serving wench...Tribute to M.J....take a guess...sink or swim ...stolen hours...the mistress...Perfection...a little girl...Mr. Jones...life is like...insomnia...devotion...07-20-69...craving... Master...chat?...apart...plain...hush...then...vice...shameless self promotion |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Tim That was indeed a very well-structured poem. I loved the asides you provided, and the innuendos(sp?) were great. And, how about them two dogs stuck together outside? Ooops, I forgot to mention their chains were twisted. So, Madam Moderator, get your mind outta the gutter. |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Thanks all for the comments. Yes, I did think about docks... then I read LngJhn's comment about the dogs meshed together... and probably baying as their chains were tangled.... er.. docks.. baying... dock of the bay.... maybe there is a poem in there... or even a song... |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Hey - how did you see me in that gutter??? I thought I was Daff-til-y Dis-guys'in as a Pair-a-Ducks [This message has been edited by Nan (edited 08-06-99).] |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
This is hysterical, clever and so well written! Where is Tim? A |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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