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Our Bloggo
who art in heaven
I need you
like seven
needs eleven
I need you to
lasso me
to the harmony
of the stars
with dancing bars
and full bell jars
:::
Our Bloggo
in the here and now
you are
my sacred cow
please allow
me the kissing sow
with an uttered wow
a pop and a pow
:::
Our Bloggo
with wealth of time
hold your nickel
and pass the dime
squeeze her lemon
or bless my lime
thanks for endless
and silly Rhyme
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© PAUL OLIVERIO ©
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Being a barista at what you claim is your "five-star coffee dispensary."
ReplyDeleteI know—unfortunately—a bit too much about your personal life
and this poem is obviously about constipation.
But Mrs. CarPeo insisted I close this comment thusly:
my name is NOT "Mary Lee."