It happened.
Surprised the fire out of me
when she said I googled you.
Why would she do that?
I spend my days sucking
acid reduced breakfast, lunch and dinner,
exposing the delicious smell of bacon frying
as the poopological con it really is.
I have mostly gray hair, and
a belly the size of a prize winning watermelon.
I do have all my teeth, and
some really sexy sunglasses.
Regardless her reasons
the odiferous truth is there,
my words are full of boaters good eats and drinks.
I am a shit poet.
Unroll a few lines of this single ply poem,
and wipe the grin off your face.
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29 comments:
I thought people only wiped one thing! Now you want us to wipe off our grins!
BTW, it is good to see you posting AFTER SO LONG!
I'm glad i wasn't drinking coffee, reading this! :)
U do have a way with words!
I laughed too, but you underestimate yourself, this proves it.
Lainey
Gosh I have missed your words Pat - so good to see your utterly unique work again!
Pat you are amazing. I love how you dance with words. Sometimes I have to lean back imagine my best dress on and dance along invited or not.
Just wonderful this one is. It suits me perfectly.
T
Great poem, I'm laughing off the part of me that creates your business :)
You've been missed, Pat.
lol :))
loved the weft and the weave of the single ply truth :)
lol :))
loved the weft and the weave of the single ply truth :)
Good to have you back in action.
I think I detect an additional ply or two.
Thanks!! It was good to play with some words for a change instead of...
lol.... ::covers ers, eyes, nd mouth:::
T
The ship poet is cruel?
asking to wipe off grins, after just bringing that in!
Oh! Never thought to Google you before...hmmm...well, Pat, you sure do get AROUND!
What is this...? Sex scandal?...no, that's Earl Paulk, too bad...
OK, I Googled you.
Welcome back, Pat!
(I knew you couldn't resist doing a poopy poem!)
how can any woman resist you?!
so good to see your work again - keep it going - we don't all have forever. :)
Hi Pat, good to see (read) you again, I changed my format lost all my links and have not found them all again, so when you came by, I was really happy. I will put you back on my links. Next time I decide to change my blog design, I will save the links first.
A shit poet, huh, well I guess we like shit then, haha......
I googled myself once.....it is interesting to see what is there.....
hey, you are back! :)
Thank you for your nice comment on my blog.
There is nothing shitty about your word play.... Its great fun.
Hahahaha!!!! ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL WORK!!!! :o)
it feels good to read your scatological humour at its best again!
GRIN!!!
I had to give your business a bit of publicity and nominate you for a blog award. I hope you don't mind.
findably, you're back! love the movement and raw truth - keep it rolling! Sounds like your new biz has been working out, too.
poopological? crack me up. good to "see ya" again!
You are such poet! Even "poopological" finds its place in your verse.
I am very happy to have come over for a little visit.
Great job!
Take Care.
:) ---- :|
A belly the size of a prize winning watermelon? That's really round. You still look handsome, buddy.
LOL- this is so "charmin"- always love your play on words. :)
Unsolicited flattery at any age,is wonderful, no matter how truth now may unravel some of the "paper" memories.
I'm came looking to see if you were posting again and delighted to find you here with two poems I love! I read your last post about the boaters and was interested to know that so many boaters have been out over the season. I'd pulled out my logbook from 1977 and have been writing a series of poems from that trip and wondering how anyone can afford it now. My husband can't even afford to dock our boat anymore here in South Florida. Granted salaries were lower but my salary wasn't that much lower than his is now back in 1977 . I have a lognote commenting that we tied up at Bucksport, S.C. for a week while visiting my folks on the trip for an entire nine dollars and sixty cents. A 25 block of ice cost a buck. We could fill a backpack with groceries for under 13 bucks. That was a different time and with my ex, though.
WELCOME BACK!!
P.S. The irony of it just occured to me..the one humorous poem I've written and posted on my blog in my sailing series involves poop, but I don't think you'd have wanted THAT job:-) (so to speak)
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