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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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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 Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
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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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
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. |
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MagnoliaBlue Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 367 |
I really enjoyed this. Very well written. Makes lots of sense to me! MBlue |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
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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