I have a fine friend, Miss Huge.
She is big and sometimes scary.
When she competes in the luge..
she uses the RMS Queen Mary.
She is good about cleaning her teeth;
she uses a motorized street cleaner.
Her breasts are each like Mt. Everest,
and each month she is even meaner....
than the hordes of Genghis Khan, ......
though she's pretty.... like a summer swan.
[a HUGE one]
When it's mealtime for my friend,
she eats like there's not an end...
to her appetite, from what I've seen.
She'll eat an orchard clean, AND...
then she'll move on to a big city zoo...
and eat each creature, NOT one or two.
So, though she's my oldest and best friend,
when her mealtime arrives I am not around,
'cause if she sees me move, my life will end,
and in her guts I'd swim, ....making not a sound.
(October 27, 2014)
What has become of ALL THE COMMENTS below, which I now don't see there? I guess I know. Yes, I DO know, because they were NEVER there! ! ! ;)
I wonder if she'll take it as an insult or write it off as poetic licence?
Hello poet friend Bri. You have quite a cents of humor, very funee... I enjoyed, Loyd PS: Please check out my new book on Amazon or Barnes and Noble, Pumpkinny Tales. Thanks for your support.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To my favorites for sure, a little late perhaps. : ) bri edwards aka brian edward whitaker