J Jay Samuel Davis

“WIN A PRIZE BY FILLING IN THE BLANK!” a poem Tuesday: June 4, 2019

“WIN A PRIZE BY FILLING IN THE BLANK!” a poem Tuesday: June 4, 2019

Does THAT offend you, Dearest? Then, NO-MO’-POEMS-EVER! Nope!

Because, of course, you KNOW-Love, you’re-my ONE & ONLY HOPE,

And IF-you-left because-of-silly-words, I would surely mope,

Away, and I’d dissolve (pause) like a well-used bar of soap!

I would-just waste away; I could no longer cope!

No more, then! No-more poetry, for I-am not a DOPE!

I CAN TELL – when-I’ve-“crossed-the line,” or I’m-“at-the-end-of-my-rope!”

I-love-you, so-let’s-go-to-Vatican-City – and get married [that’s right!] by-The-Pope!

And THEN, * since-we’ll-be-legally-married, I can really GROPE,

Amidst your “private, sensual-parts!” Still? Why-don’t-you-“ope’ “

To-my-advances! [YOU’RE]-AN-ALIEN! [I-can-tell]-for-you-have-a: [ BLANK ]

fin <3

Postlude: Sometimes, on starry nights, we look at ITS’ planet, in-our-telescope!

We’ve-run-away-from-The-World! Yes, we have! and-now-I’m-a-real misanthrope,

And! also, somewhat of a vegan for we-mainly-eat – overripe-cantaloupe,

But my orange skin’s fine! I’ve-found-new-life! in-a-newly-discovered ISOTOPE!

  • – This could come as a big surprise, even to me!ยฉ
Wash your mouth with a DIRT ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ยฉ

    By Kindness

    Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)