James and Mable

James and Mable

A Poem by Dave Brown
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eating table

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The elder James and wife Mable Appleberry

Purchased for themselves a darling dear fairy

Dressed in mock orange and velvet flamingo

They took her where ever they’d go

 

She was eight feet tall to the very inch

And could sit in the back seat in a real pinch

But she most often sat on the roof of their van

And this is where all their troubles began

 

Mable was very comphy around an eating table

But bout driving she was really, nowhere near able

And driving under a low bridge one early February

Lopped off the head of their darling dear fairy

 

Elder James angrily ripped up their shopping list

Because of how badly that sweet fairy he missed

In fact, he was so very awfully upset

He would take an action he’d eventually regret

 

His horrid heartache led him back to the fairy store

To purchase another eight-foot fairy he could adore

And though he was not much above her knees

Leaving Mable, together they walked into the trees

 

Where pon any chance glance, they enjoyed a romance

With other fairies, through trees, gaily they’d dance

Till came a repeated stomach sound he would hear

Eventually realizing he’d had no food for a year

 

And he thought once again to his wife, dearest Mable

With her hunger sating preparation of the eating table

And how dancing with fairies was sure, yah kina nice

But how now, it came at a real hungry price

 

Though it may to others, seem not at all apropos

Back to lonely Mable, a hungry James did now go

Now with no fairy, but a pet dog and heaven knows

It took six months for James to fit back into his clothes

 

© 2020 Dave Brown


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This poem displays your wild-a*s penchant for unbelievable storylines . . . I wish I had a fraction of the imagination you display in your outlandish storylines! I'm getting the big red rejection screen from my Norton app fairly often this morning, which means that you will be having a helluva time trying to navigate the cafe. I'll understand if you resort to one-word replies. I know it's ill-advised to dig deeper into your flimsy messages, but I'm catching a drift here about how men will always marry the one who's a great cook & forsake the one who freely & enthusiastically sucks c**k -- thus, I never got married. (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

there is always room for the multi talented type and with marriage ever more being such a short live.. read more
Well that'll teach him. He deserves a much worse fate for abandoning his wives to go dancing around with pretty fairies.

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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

you are no doubt quite right, but for us older guys any female fairy (or any female for that matter).. read more
A Story told of greener pastures but no food for a year... Hunger is a pleasant happening if she takes you back. Gently, Pat

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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

He did suffer through quite a period of dieting showing that for at least a certain time period, it .. read more

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