Couple of Frenchies
That one walks around
with mustard up his nose,
for what, who would know?
His fiance has the cockroach,
so they say. She feels the fir.
I have lightning bolts for them.
Even if they do run on my beans,
they are quite private.
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i love this all!
Those first three lines! Well, all of it really.
This is great! Love the ending and (for lacking the better word) slyness of this poem.
Love this!
10 thoughts
all of which I’ll keep
(to myself)
Delightfully puzzling. I picture you with lightening bolts in hand, passing them on!