My Friend ~~ a Challenge Poem
Burlap
There's nothing fine about my friend, Burlie
She's coarser than a mama goat's rough hide
and can swear like a cowman when she wants
Burlie rolls her own; chews and dips outside
Real name is Burlap, fighting words to her
She drives her pickup truck like a cowboy
in, out and through traffic, holding her reins
Roping calves child's play, bovine is her toy
Don't you dare even hint of a dreaded bag
"Burly Bag" in ear range she'll hear, and heave
you right into that sack, then stomp you good
Given all that she's sweet candy with me.
Coffee beans, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, and used by Laurie back in 2012 |
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Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
Labels: Personal-Challenge-2015, Poem, Rhyme, Syllabic Form
5 Comments:
Burlie sure is frightfully nice at least to you! Hilarious Dr Jim!
Hank
So Burly does have a soft side, she just needs a Jim to letvit shine,
Nice one Jim
Much love...
Very cute. I love burlap but rarely see it used anymore.
Very sweet, like the candy. K.
:) these burlap bags have been used for many things - even clothes during and around the depression...
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