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Trifles
by Laura DoomI love my jelly
it makes me feel sick
it's cheaper than cream
and it's sweeter than dick.
When I get the wobbles
from troubles and shite
I set my alarm
to watch jelly ignite.
She gives good custard
while I keep my head
it's a mix that inflicts
much confusion in bed.
Let's get stoned, ma cherry
and make fiction a fact
lick the superbowl dry
leave our desert intact.
My belly is jelly
with fire down below
it regurgitates taste
and succumbs as I go.
Soak me up, sponge me down
dish the dirt, keep it clean
while I muse upon
what these ingredients mean. 09/22/2012 Posted on 09/22/2012
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/22/12 at 02:39 PM Oddly catchy. Awesome, too. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/23/12 at 12:17 PM *stellar* (and a nod and a wink as to why you wrote this piece of interest) |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/16/12 at 05:55 AM Have any jelly to share, darling? |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/17/12 at 03:27 PM Loaded with innuendo and humor, I also "muse upon
what these ingredients mean." :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/17/12 at 11:05 PM YEOWZA! |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 10/18/12 at 04:39 PM The best thing I've read...(ever) Nice work. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/22/12 at 11:49 PM Delectable, delightful, delicacy, that diddles and doodles and dangles in the dish. I would love to see the mixing bowl or would that jam me up? |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 10/24/12 at 03:38 PM i've missed your writing. this is superb, love. :) |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 12/15/12 at 05:44 PM Having just read this out loud for my roommate using British inflection, I can say with a comfortable certainty that while we were not ready for this jelly, we are glad we came upon it nonetheless. It's important to be surprised from time to time. Good for the old circulatory system. My cats, however, may never recover. |
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