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Terry, you are busted, buster
by Kristina Woodhill
if you think this site is aardwolf free
take it from me
when the limerick muse attacks
it's every crazed scribbling pen
in pitched twang, blang, whang
flashlights on high setting
switched to “find that giant ant” mode
nights in shiny black armoires
hiding behind high minded stilettos
to the thrust, ladies!
they can parry
you over any snarling threshhold
and come out with extra teeth
chattering in full retreat
to the arrears, men!
No worries here, Terry,
but you are busted, buster
11/14/2012
Author's Note: Please refer to the Woodhill library – Chasing the Wild Aardwolf – Linda Fuller had something to do with this, but I can't find reference in her library. She's a cagey one, she is.
Posted on 11/14/2012
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Terry Olynik on 11/14/12 at 11:00 PM I am chastened, chastised and frankly in awe. I slink away a busted buster. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/15/12 at 12:23 AM :D |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/15/12 at 03:37 AM Awesome! Well done indeed! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/18/12 at 11:38 AM I assume you've edited a previous title to drop the devious Mr O in the proverbial blue soup? |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/23/12 at 03:18 PM ...i have no teeth, so please leve me tread-bare...good write k-gal. |
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