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“WHEN HAIRY MET STINKY SALLY.” a SUNDAY poem December 1, 2019

We’re HAIRY and DIRTY and STINKY old things;

There’s stuff caught in all the cracks, and all of this brings,

Such DISGUST and ADORATION in “terrible, equal measure,”

AND WHEN LOVE meets DISGUST, it’s a splendid, old treasure,

And YOU ARE MY TREASURE each time that you say:

“HOW CAN YOU STAND ME, forI’mIN: THIS WAY,

Of loathsome, filthy stinkiness and rancid poo poo?

I try to clean it all up before you see itALL, BUT YOU,

Just keep on appreciating my ‘yucky condition.’ “

LOVE IS SO BLIND; IT OVERLOOKS [the] DERELICTION.

“He still cleaves to my bosom, all chapped, chafed and seething,

With germs all from H _ L L, and my nipples He’s teething,

And I’LL NEVER UNDER STAND WHATyouSEEMt’ SEEin ME.

LOVE IS SO STUPID.”

DoYOU dare dis agree?

As The God of This Season pulls a child from a womb,

Knowing full well (before long) He’ll beINaTOMB,

Smelling, disgusting AND GLORIOUS TOO?

Who dreamed up this demented scenario?

IT MUSTaBEEN “YOU.”

fin β™₯

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Published by J Jay Samuel Davis

A West Texas Cowboy, seeking "fishers of (wo)men!"

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