As my contribution to the current culture, I feel a real responsibility to donate something to the cause. Since I’m not a poet, I have the right to have some fun with poetry in general. I’ve never really had an appreciation of poetry and all of the flowery and descriptive emotions that are thrown around so freely. Since I’ve never heard most of those pretty phrases used in normal conversation, they don’t feel real and meaningful to me. I like my poetry to be more down to earth without all the BS. Here’s another beauty for you . . .

❤OLDIES❤

Be Bop A Lula, She’s my baby, I’ve loved those lyrics for years.

In the backseat, we hummed right along in between all of the beers.

I stroked and stroked her beautiful hair as the Coasters sang “Charlie Brown”.

Off with our clothes and tickled her toes as we turned our frowns upside down.

Those oldies had a wonderful rhythm that made our hips get the beat.

A kiss on the neck, a breast in my hand, and a cop with a flashlight….

Shit! It’s the heat.

It’s certainly no Robert Frost piece of work but that’s okay by me. He wouldn’t like my work almost as much as I don’t like his. I wrote this little ditty when I was in the ninth grade and Sue didn’t appreciate it either.

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

Poetry Blows

And so, does Sue.