Long-legged ladybugs in a long limousine
licked lips longingly looking at sweet lollipops—
lemon-lime and tangerine—
all day suckers!
Lovely long-lashed ladybugs lounged quite leisurely
then licked luscious lollipops lingeringly. “Stop!”
the lass looking in the rearview mirror yelled loudly.
“They’re for looking . . . not licking!
Don’t you pucker!
They’re not for lazy ladybugs malingering!
They’re for Lee, Lucille and me. My name is LaVern.”
“Why are you driving, LaVern,
tempting lickers?”
“Lots of low-down thieves have left licking my lolli’s,
laughing like lunatics from Louisianna,
taking all my sweet manna
so logically I’m driving.”
Lolli-gagged ladbugs lunch on my luscious pops
lubricating—liberally—my lemon-lime . . .
looting lots of lollipops.
Catching suckers
from LaVern’s limousine as lush bugs lumbered, bunched,
leering leaches sprang, leapt on the loony bugs.
The lummox latched the lumps—lunch;
logic devoured the lickers!