Cling Peaches

by Kristina Woodhill

cling peaches
why do you cling
so bad

so bad

a slip under skirt
on a dry day

a drunk on a flirt
grabbin' bar stools

a cheat grass seed
in a poor mutt's ear

you the pits

and you ain't
gettin' near
my jar


Author's Note: Response to Terry's forum thread - Poetic Elitism

Posted on 05/04/2015
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/05/15 at 04:36 AM

Yeah, I read this in the Forum. Hilarious, great piece of work, Kristina. :D

Posted by Jim Benz on 05/05/15 at 05:35 PM

I read it in the forum, too. And it's even better reading here for a second time. Nice job, Kristina.

Posted by Laura Doom on 05/08/15 at 07:17 PM

Makes me want to bathe in syrup...

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/09/15 at 09:41 PM

Love Cling Peaches(especially in "heavy Syrup")- reminds me of Edith Bunker. Made me smile- nothing better

Posted by Laura Doom on 05/11/15 at 10:34 PM

So bad I'm back for more--overlaid with cream to simulate the freestone experience...

Posted by James Zealy on 06/22/15 at 11:54 AM

Now this is funny. I have a feeling you have the bar shoot down glare down to a fine art.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/19/15 at 01:51 AM

Congrats on POTD, Kristina. Well deserved!

Posted by James Zealy on 08/19/15 at 03:28 AM

This has beautiful sarcastic tone. Love this

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