by Unknown
Oct 2010 802 Views 15 comments
Ode To Tom Robbins
Just one more wayside tourist trap?
Oh no, the wizard said!
And gals with pistols looking sad,
Although they've roses red.
A feathered redhead splits the air,
So loud it sets you free.
A beet so sweet with rhythm wild,
And scent so heavenly.
Who cares if limbs are kinda thin,
As veils fall all around?
Amphibians drowse in quiet repose,
In bedclothes that they've found.
Infirmities be damned, he cried!
Too hot, and vivid too!
Disguised as hut, a manse is found,
Who knows just what is true?
Oh no, the wizard said!
And gals with pistols looking sad,
Although they've roses red.
A feathered redhead splits the air,
So loud it sets you free.
A beet so sweet with rhythm wild,
And scent so heavenly.
Who cares if limbs are kinda thin,
As veils fall all around?
Amphibians drowse in quiet repose,
In bedclothes that they've found.
Infirmities be damned, he cried!
Too hot, and vivid too!
Disguised as hut, a manse is found,
Who knows just what is true?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Can someone guess the title full?But not tell yet today?
Just post that you have figured out,
And email straight away.
When all have had a chance to muse,
I'll tell the winner true.
Let's have some fun and see who wins,
Perhaps it might be you!
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Comments (15)
Have no idea of the title, but pretty clever write...
Niah
rob
but in the end the truth will out ;-)
Ode To T__ R______
I keep seeing a load of crocs tucked up in bed.
CJ