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Ginger Ale Spilled on Emily...
by Bruce W NiedtYou read my Works whilst sipping Ale
Distilled from Ginger Root
You tip the Glass but Fingers fail
You clumsy big Galoot!
Poem 604 my Favorite
You saturate the Page!
The Book now drips with sticky Sweet
Im in a blinding Rage!
Such gentle Verse of Beauty rare
And tragic Love-death Schisms
Should neer be cursed or soiled unfair
By frankly rude Baptisms!
So prithee spare my Poems from Thee
No Ifs or Ands or Buts!
Dont read my Book especially
If youre a major Klutz!
10/19/2001 Author's Note: [First published in Anthology Online, July/August 2002].
Posted on 10/19/2001
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/31/03 at 05:57 AM This is TOO ORIGINAL! You've got me wondering how some of the other grand old dignifieds would react to being read while on the privy, etc..(you conjured up a perfectly prim indignant tone. Poor miLady!) |
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