Unhip by Nancy Ames"While tracing with a fingertip
the outline of my thigh and hip,
he erotically began to strip
and said that it would be a trip
to navigate a sailing-ship
by stars at night and radar-blip
and gave me some champagne to sip.
All the data in the micro-chip
can't emulate the truly hip.
He said the test of true friendship
was forgiving any little slip.
It was sunshine, surf, and skinny-dip
until, one day, he lost his grip
like icebergs only show a tip.
I'm dancing while he cracks the whip,
his teeth that grind, his teeth that nip,
and I'm complaining with a swollen lip,
"But how could he be so unhip?" 03/27/2008
Author's Note: This is another 'caricature poem', where there is an implied speaker.
Posted on 03/28/2008 Copyright © 2024 Nancy Ames
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/28/08 at 02:03 AM Absolutely fascinating. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/28/08 at 03:26 PM ...nancy, i'm in agreement w/ gabe...i think there's how-to-love-use-put up with-book hiding in your words...good write, charlie |
Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 03/31/08 at 02:10 PM WOW! This is so cool and so deep! Well done! ~N |
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