Mired…
In quicksand after a flood,
Not even my prominence as a stud,
Can get me out of this mud,
Wired and tired though I may have been,
Tonight I do feel like non-explosive bomb; yes a dud…J
To the dentist on the morrow,
Antibiotics I did have to borrow,
No longer to I ache in the mouth,
Glad I am that that guy from Texas lives in the deep south…J
He knows who he is,
Though he sometimes thinks that he is a whiz,
At poetry he is better off drinking a slow gin fizz,
Or better for Rufuz to on his leg take a wiz…J
Yes, Steve, I do discuss you,
Till I am in the face blue,
Love to get picked on from the state of Texas Zoo,
Sooner or later you will get smarter or at least get a clue…J
© ed ~ 9/5/05
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Love Tinka
As for your word duel,just so long as you keep it cool;-)
Two guys we don't want to send to the principal;-)
(give em both a nip Ruffie)woof wooof
auntyleen
PS:"I enjoy listening to you whine...;) Ed"
I do serve cheese with my whine....LOL
for some reason
to this poem you were lead
but 'tis not the season
for such trite words to be said
for if be poetry
you seek to see
you need not look to thee
just read a poem from me
TX
(Touche')