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women!
by Charlie Morganthey march to a blasting beat;
throb, throb the bass of life
echos, echos, echos.
as they turn the corner to Main,
all 17 years piled into a parade,
a life's parade replete with clown.
looking like Cyndi Lauper singing:
girls just wanna have fun. we boys
have been waiting for years for this.
go right ahead, have your fun...just,
let it be me to sell you a two-wheel
tricycle, dead corsages, nights alone.
let me bring your castle down to ruin,
what with all that womanly cleanliness
it is not being lived in, let me take
asunder and apply it until it fits a
man.
09/09/2008 Posted on 09/09/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/09/08 at 05:44 PM Well, Chaz, I've thought about it. I'm pretty sure there must be a box under your bed that you keep pulling these little treasures out of, marked "cuz Chaz loves women". Yep. That's my conclusion. Love this. And love you, you woman lover you! ;-D |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/12/08 at 07:47 PM You always know how to word these kind of things Chaz! Excellently done. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 09/13/08 at 06:58 PM What a capture! We really are from different planets, aren't we... and yet we meet here on planet earth with the fireworks and the rain. Your view is amazing! Your perspective very much appreciated! Hugs, ~N |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/15/08 at 02:01 AM Ha! Venus and Mars - what a parade! The last stanza fits them together, not neatly, but perhaps with more reality than a fairy tale. Well done. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/15/08 at 03:56 AM This is such a wonderful slideshow from your observations and insight from boys to men. Women, ah, there's the rub. |
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