Saturday, May 19, 2018
Dunkin
After Gerry’s Bum of the Month
has exited--Finally!--GOS* schedules
a MEGA PIGOUT at Dunkin Donuts.
Lauren claims, though, that the assortment still hasn’t brought her to the correct farting pitch, fetches a tray of eclairs.
Our skinniest, Alica, demurs with expected drama--”Look how fat I’m getting!”
Inhales two while protesting with pinches
of sparse flesh.
Meditative Alma desires a good crap, would give anything for one.
Which news pitches Gerry from breakup
despair into a giggling fit...escalating
further when we’re shoving her back into
the car.
“Why do we need an event to have an event?” inquires Marcy-Dee--always on a natural high--as she aims the Subaru.
*Girls Oft Scorned
Labels: breakup, calories, eating, elimination, girlfriends, sweets
Monday, May 08, 2017
Had Begun He
Lorghnetta possessed elegance.
Her boyfriends, unfortunately, not.
So, she suffered, before Harrison.
He was different, and studied tea
rituals.
"Manners everything!" they both agreed.
Yet the relationship was normal in that
tensions dug in imperiously at times.
At such, she worked on her complexion,
and he flitted about their condo in his
male kimono. Given him, claimed he,
by Takishi!
Anyway, nothing important was ever
resolved, and yet they seemed happy.
Her girlfriends puzzled about his airy
quality, how, frankly, mincing ways,
too, could translate in the bedroom.
But she told them not to worry.
And smiled her Mona Lisa.
She could never find the refinement
in language to cast "Hung like a bull!"
Well, you never couldn’t tell much
of anything, ever, by looking.
And he managed to scan "mad woman
afire ‘tween the sheets" but softer,
embedded in a lovely, measured
form at a meeting of The Fall River
Versifiers.
Silk sheets, of course.
“She...floats...
above Love...”
had begun he.
Too freely, he knows, but a work in progress.
Labels: elegance, elegant couple, girlfriends, manners, relationships, sex
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Girlfriends Discuss
-Health Club's having
Hangout Night. Nude.
Coed.
-Sights ideal and dumpy!
-Larry the Postman!
-So what?
-Reputed dick like a horse!
-Like a horse'S!
-By all means let us get our
grammar straight!
-Distinguishes us from the animals.
Labels: girlfriends, grammar, nude, penis, sex
Wednesday, April 06, 2016
Melody and Charlsey
-I just threw out Marv!
-What crime this time?
-Same. Drinking. Like...Cal
before him...muse I.
-But Marv is funny!
-I'll miss that! A laugh not
amiss in this Vale of Tears.
-You're so harsh, Mel! Judge not
that you be not judged.
-A nice proverb. I'd like to
know how to get through
this life without a little
judging from time to time.
-I guess you'll be throwing
ME out sooner than later.
-My cue to say we're galpals forever!
-Then say it!
-We're galpals forever. Life proves
simple when you tell everyone
what they want to hear.
-Look out I don't throw YOU out!
-Let's throw each other in!
To the Flower Show! Forget lying
souses mid Glads and Roses!
Get your chapeau.
-Baseball cap?
-That'll do.
-You'll...eventually need a man.
-After the last last molecule fades
from those marvelous banks
of roses!
-How long?
-How long, Lord, how long?
-I wonder what you mean by that.
-I don't know.
-Or anything!
-Temporary Insanity. We're off!
-And Devil take the hindmost?
-Ones totally lovely! I must add.
(Sings) Born free!
-That’s from a movie. About a lioness.
-Let’s hear our grrrrs!
Labels: Born Free, breakup, drunks, flowers, girlfriends, relationship
Friday, February 26, 2016
Deserving
-Then I married Trudy Trueheart.
-How’d that go?
-She became Flora Falseheart.
-Tragic!
-The girlfriends ran a bitter school.
-That was their role; what was yours?
-Always the same. I was born crooked.
-Like Original Sin?
-Like to think so, but nothing is original
with me.
-When you die they’ll screw you into the
ground!
-Save on coffin.
Labels: character, crooked, cynicism, dishonest, experience, girlfriends, marriage, Original Sin
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Doppelganger
It wasn’t “You really should meet X.
Looks just like you!”
We stumble into each other at a
railway station, both on hour delay,
big storm down the line. Have coffee.
“You have the same little scar under
left eye. Cherry tree branch in my case.
Snapped by a climbing companion.”
He doesn’t remember, or says he doesn’t.
We fit up other particulars as to taste in
food and other trivialities.
Is there a Rita to tear him to pieces?
I finally blurt.
Zoe, and not quite as serious, “But...a little
hyperbole?” he laughs at me.
“I catch myself sometimes too!” he adds.
Little time left, so he proposes that we learn
to think alike, compromise on Rita and Zoe.
Since he understates, while I...
Thus Rita catches a break.
I take his card, he mine.
“What a creep!” I announce to my private
compartment.
Labels: doppelganger, double, experience, girlfriends, marriage, rail, taste, wives, women
