Let's Dance

One for Lee Lee

She's done it again!

As Black Sabbath thrashed walnut Timperly.

Slipped potato-knife between a beef-bound rib and sternum!

Sniggered as raspberry, blood-froth, flecked from strawberry lips.

"And you are number three!

Teaching men who lust for me!"

Ha Ha Ha. He He He!

Author's Note

Just playing

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

good choice for the contest

[Mauricio Montoya]

I was thinking David Bowie, nice work.

[Cherrie Palmer]

old cops, ya never know what their thinks lol Great poem could be a lead in to a great story.
P.S. I have a few old cops stoies myself.

[Thurston]

Yes! Yes! I saw this poem on CI. And so did Ron, who saw the potential for a dramatic series about Black Widows with potato Peelers. I see Ron was a policeman. Does Superintendent Rib of New Scotland Yard know about this leaking of files? Yet, he IS a poet. He IS! He IS! Yes, it is no flipping Wasteland but it is the next best thing. WastePaper! Yes, I'm entering this poem in the Wearable Art 2011, Literary Awards.

[LeeLee Ryder]

Cowabunga Kudos

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:) wow a grate poem :)