Tuesday, March 13, 2007

It All Comes Back to the Bloomers

Spring blooms eternal
Bed springs
Rest in bed
Rest easy now
Easy ride
Ride 'em cowboy
Cowboys 'n Indians
Indian summer
Summer school
School days
Days of thunder
Thunder thighs
Are my thighs fat?
No, but you could cover them with bloomers...

Share your Round Robin poems...


cK said...

Warmer days
Day by day
By the twitching of my thumb
My oh my
Oh, how I want the sun
Want it like a martini
Martini but not "and Rossi"
Rossi, like Coco de?
Coco B. Ware
Warehouses full of road salt
Salt of the earth
The earth emerges from Frost
Frost on my block
On my way, for now it's time
Time for martinis
For laughter and, warmer still,
Warmer days

(Did I do this correctly? I had a hell of a time getting out of that "poem." But I worked up a thirst!)

LaCosta (Lollie) said...

Yours is perfect Mr - much like you are!

Hulles said...

There once was a man from Nantucket...

No, wait! Let me start over!

I'm too stupid and a tad blue to do a poem. But I liked yours a lot. XO.

cK said...

Geotextile Tube
Tube socks
Socks stuffed with mud
Stuffed to the aching seams
Seams and Welds
Welds and scour aprons
Aprons in the kitchen, cooking
Cooking up tales
Tales of earth and fabric
Fabric called geotextile
Geotextile Tube

LaCosta (Lollie) said...

Geo poem!
Ingratious host
Hosting server
Serving for two
Two for tea
Tea time
Georgia iced tea
Geo poem!

Holy Harry that was bad - it's early, apologies to all.