A Flirty and Winky Poem
[photo furnished by Fireblossom]
Winkem and Blinkem;
Winkem and Blinkem;
winking girls
Winkem was a little flirt and
Blinkem was a flirt wannabe
Winkem learned to wink from her dad
Blinkem never could so she blinked
Then that day on the porch Voilà!!
Out of nowhere came that wonder
Wondrous talent, she was winking
Winking at the dogs kittens too
Soon walked near a cute young fellow
Winking she tried but only blinked
Wise sister told "Afraid you can't
That pleasure will come in your teens"
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- Photo from Fireblisom for my last post for her prompt then, Sunday Muse #113 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-sunday-muse-113.html?m=1
- This Poem is linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/06/writers-pantry-25-summer-solstice.html?m=1
- My previous poem with these girls is at https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-poem-for-sunday-muse-113.html?m=1
Labels: Humor(?), Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form, Writer's Pantry
posted by Jim @ 6/25/2020 06:20:00 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Oh, I remember how difficult it was to learn to wink! I did learn that at last, and also how to whistle, but never mastered clicking my fingers. :(
Now we've met Winkem and Blinkem --- but where was Nod? I thought they were a three some! Perhaps another story?
Could you teach me to snap my fingers and do one of those loud finger whistles. I bet you could.
This is such a fun story. Winking is fine, but I never learned to whistle.
Light and delightful. It reminds me that only half my family can actually wink!
I always thought winking was natural, I never knew it was a talent, like rolling a tongue.
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