Friday, August 22, 2008

Single Ply Truth

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.

30 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

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!

jel said...

I'm glad i wasn't drinking coffee, reading this! :)


U do have a way with words!

Anonymous said...

I laughed too, but you underestimate yourself, this proves it.
Lainey

Janice Thomson said...

Gosh I have missed your words Pat - so good to see your utterly unique work again!

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

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

sage said...

Great poem, I'm laughing off the part of me that creates your business :)

You've been missed, Pat.

gulnaz said...

lol :))

loved the weft and the weave of the single ply truth :)

gulnaz said...

lol :))

loved the weft and the weave of the single ply truth :)

Bill said...

Good to have you back in action.

I think I detect an additional ply or two.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks!! It was good to play with some words for a change instead of...

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

lol.... ::covers ers, eyes, nd mouth:::

T

Devika said...

The ship poet is cruel?
asking to wipe off grins, after just bringing that in!

firebird said...

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!)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

how can any woman resist you?!
so good to see your work again - keep it going - we don't all have forever. :)

Nea said...

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.....

dsnake1 said...

hey, you are back! :)

STAG said...

Thank you for your nice comment on my blog.

There is nothing shitty about your word play.... Its great fun.

Jon Cox said...

Hahahaha!!!! ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL WORK!!!! :o)

polona said...

it feels good to read your scatological humour at its best again!

tHe_NeW_cYnIc said...

GRIN!!!

sage said...

I had to give your business a bit of publicity and nominate you for a blog award. I hope you don't mind.

steve said...

findably, you're back! love the movement and raw truth - keep it rolling! Sounds like your new biz has been working out, too.

NINANINA said...

poopological? crack me up. good to "see ya" again!

Yansidara said...

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.

Inconsequential said...

:) ---- :|

gulnaz said...

???

cyclopseven said...

A belly the size of a prize winning watermelon? That's really round. You still look handsome, buddy.

gel said...

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.

Pris said...

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!!

Pris said...

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)