D’Artagnan arrive at Labelle’s Ball
Making a grand entrance
Yet no one Noticed
No one gave a good crap
Yet there he stood
In his genuine Birthday suit
Totally ignored by all at attendance.
As he gracefully strolled
Across the ballroom floor
People at the edges of the dance floor
Noticed women
Jumping up startled
Looking around in amazement
At the closes idiot to her
Smacking him square on the face
This occurred to every woman
All the way across the dance floor.
One can hear
dozens of women complaining
“How dare he, why I’ve never”
I D’Atagnan
Was enjoying myself immensely
No One could see me
That’s why no one notice me when
I made my grand entrance
Nor did anyone cared.
I Came as “The Invisible man”
Created, to create havoc
Pinching one here, one there
Here A Goose, there A Goose
Mother Goose had nothing on me.
I would stand next to a beautiful woman
In the darkness of dance floor
Whisper Loving words
Softly kissing their necks
Making them all excited
Then just moving on
Leaving them there, with a puzzled look
On their lovely faces
Who was that man
I saw no one they would
Say to themselves.
As for all the creepy men attending
I have something better in mind
And it wasn’t any kiss, pinch goose
or hug
I would smack their stupid hats off
Kick them in their butts
Pull their pants down
So the women their could see
Some of their man
Wearing lady’s under garments
Underneath
Living their fantasies.
But I was there to exposed them
For the sissy puffs they really are
Watching all the cute senorita’s
In their sexing costumes
Was taking a toll on me
Thank God I am invisible.
Wooooow everyone is having so much
fun at the Ball
I don't think I like to be invisible man
He was alone no one saw him!
Excellent Imagery and flow!!
Happy Halloween!!
Love Peace and hugsss....Morning Star
Fuuny gesturing poetry. When you are invisible you are truly an alone prankster but had you been a visual...you may beat forever in the hearts of all women there.
Love,
Susan
Why D'Artagnan, you old foxy prankster...the ball will never be the same without your special touch of humor, such a fun poem. I will be spending sometime, including Holloween on the gulf side of your state, enjoying some warm sunshine...
peace and love, Carole~
Ah D’Artagnan. I will smell your blood pulsinging in your veins. You shall dance with me please? I promise not to bite too hard. Invisible blood! May I have a taste?
Love,
Evil Enchantress
WOW! And I thought you were coming to the Halloween Ball as a fellow Wolfman. Can you teach me to be Invisible, too? And thank God we Hairy Wolfmen don't wear pants, so you can't pull mine down!!
Watch for the Very-Horny-Don't-Get-Enough "Big" Bull he will go at any naked invivible or we will hear you howling with a higher pitch than PeeWee with his jewels caught on a beartrap.
Very very carefully brother.
You write kind of niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice!
Georg
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Kathy
fun at the Ball
I don't think I like to be invisible man
He was alone no one saw him!
Excellent Imagery and flow!!
Happy Halloween!!
Love Peace and hugsss....Morning Star
Happy Halloween D'Artagnan !!
Love Tinka
Walt
Love,
Susan
ron
peace and love, Carole~
Funny pen!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
Evil Enchantress
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Very very carefully brother.
You write kind of niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice!
Georg
Love,
ET
Sandie May Angel :o)