June 11, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized 1 Comment Uncommittal Are you impleased by my response? I called you up for the first time And then you gave me a wink And let me down slowly Like mushroom pancakes going down One’s throat A Bulge and then A font of wisdom For then they Act like a non Com and a non Commissioner too Catching All that they indicate With a new whistle of glee And an old one of he-man type ensa and ansa Too. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Reblogged this on TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE – AGELESS POETRY and commented:
Try this one again – it seemed popular and I think I may like it too tho unsure.