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.
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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