Or heck
why not just, just
go over and tell her
how you feel,
you have a temperature
of 98.6 degrees F
and a pulse rate of
175 and blood
pressure at whoosh
whoosh whoosh oh way
too high the cuff
is going to explode!
—or get up and go
home and cry your
heart out and be
a hopeless wimp
for all I care.
[from Shampoo Poetry]
The juiciest, sexiest gleanings from the online poetry world.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
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