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Paige is not Kristina
by Charlie Morganmy dell struggles to catch up.
every time i arrive, get there,
already Paige has been noticed.
too, Kristina's stamped her label.
are they the same, close behind
another, one commenting for two?
you just never see them together,
never in the same laughing room.
as the jury sends out for pizza
many of us in life's pome-room're
wondering, aloud: how can it be?
so many superwomen have tried,
never-ever to reach the pinnacle
of firstness. it belongs to a few.
i shy away, chagrined at their
abilities. they're extraterrestrial. 09/19/2008 Posted on 09/19/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/19/08 at 03:46 PM *snort*choke*cough* as my coffee wants to intimately share my shocked laughter I have to say, Chaz, I've never so enjoyed being named either Kristina or alien so much in my life. You, dear sirrah, are a riot! Loving you way too much ;-D |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/19/08 at 07:28 PM Tooooooo funny!!! Come to think of it.....LOL!!!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/19/08 at 11:21 PM what - cover blown!!!! paige, i says to ourselves, i says, we/i must do what it takes to muddle morgan's mind; got to keep the front up that the men must stay behind; we'll advance guard the floods of words that pour in tight or loose; keeping morgan's strength reserved to carve up our next moose.....
(surely i didn't say that - i must now go directly to hell.... ;) ) |
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