I once had a dog named Adi -- here is an English Ode or similar poem
Ode to my underwear drawer
Oh drawer mine, extraordinary
Holder of all my most intimate wear
Socks 'n P J's too, most ordinary
Intimates hard to tell, I could not bear
Shorts and briefs, they covered my private parts
So near to me yet unmentionable
My prized attributes, they would never tell
Nestled deep, poised to hide David's fine arts
Leaking out, became inevitable
Blushing bride, blushing me. Tolled wedding bells
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© jimmiehov, all rights reserved
Today I am linked with Manicddaily, aka Karin Gustafson, at her Garden challenge post, Sunday Mini-Challenge - Ode to the Quotidian
Quotidian is an adjective meaning found in the ordinary course of events
The poem, an ABABCDECDE poem, English ode, is dedicated to my (could it be yours?) underwear drawer and its contents.
Labels: Humor(?), Personal-Challenge-2015, Poem, Rhyme, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 6/21/2015 12:45:00 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Ah we both went to our underwear. Maybe it's something about us men that we have with underwear.
Excellent write :D
How neat, smiles ~ They are definitely hiding all our secrets & David's fine arts ~
a good one :)
Ha--a very risqué sort of poem! Very clever. Thanks for participating Jim. k.
That's a very tidy underwear drawer!
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