The trees outside are bare,
with limbs swirling around their trunks.
I’m not a fan of Winter, but
nakedness I advocate all the time.
There’s been many a pole
I’ve watched bare limbs twirl around;
doling out green leaf after green leaf,
making sure the covering wouldn't return.
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16 comments:
fan the flames on that one!! ;)
So, stand boldly neckid in the warm Atlanta sun. Good write, Pat.
laughing at the pole dance... :)
Thanks Pat!
nice one pat
i'm still smiling :)
Pat, I loved this, nakedness and all.
:D
Great poem, Pat!
I really enjoyed it!
Margie
wow, good to see you back in form :)
great stuff!
It's not called Hot Atlanta for nothing... nice one, thanks for the laugh
Whew , Pat. You can heat up a room with your poems, you raunchy man. I like this!
Well Pat, you've obviously heated up your cold winters day! After reading this, it's getting a little hot around here too. I don't know whether to thank you or punish you. Perhaps you'd prefer the punishiment in the mood you're in :)
As floots says, thanks for making me smile too.
This is really an incredible poem!
What writing pat!
I love your wry humor.
It's great!
:D
love this!
Clever, Pat.
"nakedness I advocate all the time"
Only you would say that. :)
heh, now there's a direction I didn't expect.
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