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 

Today I'm linked with Margaret's  post, Play it Again, Toads!, at The Imaginary with Real Toads. I chose the first option, A Word with Laurie: Review. From Laurie's list, my word was 'Burlap'.