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An Ode to Triple Mango Ice Cream
I am in Williamsburg, Virginia on spring break (almost over now) for a reunion with my graduate school gal friends from almost 30 years ago. When I was done with walking the streets of Colonial Williamsburg, I stumbled upon a Baskin-Robbins store near a parking lot that I tucked my car in. Mango is one of my favorite fruits, so I was excited beyond words to see they have a triple mango ice cream variety. It was so good I had to write an ode in limerick to it.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Poets
Banana Sandwich
A-A-Apples and Ban-Nay-Nay’s Was the song always sang, A perfect snack that always went out with a bang. But, nothing could compare to my favorite snack
By Anjolene Bozeman 2 years ago in Poets
Your call is important to us
Press 2 Please enter your date of birth followed by the pound sign Welcome back Our records indicate you need to start over
By Archery Owl2 years ago in Poets
City Girl
You are supposed to like trees, Butterflies and birds and bees And all the nasty bits of nature In this pursuit, I am a failure.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Venado
In the heart of the forest, where the trees stand tall, The venado moves with grace, heeding nature's call. Through dappled sunlight and shadows, it softly treads,
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
An absolute fucking outrage
You may not love where you live, apartment, trailer, shack… but it’s still a house, because it’s your home. It’s impossible to say the word Vegemite without sounding a little bit Australian.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets
I Ate My Baby Blanket
When asked about a favorite childhood snack, I paused for a moment, and thought way back. I loved most snacks, large and small.
By Maggie Elizabeth 2 years ago in Poets
An Afternoon Delight
Many decades in the past When I was just a little boy I was such a curious lad And eating brought me heaps of joy 🍔🍔🍔🍔🍔
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Chameleon
I’m a chameleon One in a million Which only means there are a thousand others like me You may not like me My skin is rough
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Tis the Season to be SAD
I look up, surprised to see it inches from my face. I'd never seen the sky this low. "Why so blue?" The sky huffs, knocking my hat to the ground.
By Gavin J Innes2 years ago in Poets
Pixel Heart
You’re more than a dozen flowers Cupid stories Me and u...we’re like google and searching Screen with touching You came with options but I’m not sending
By Quilledpen2 years ago in Poets
The Vegan Shark
The ocean roars a lullaby, a song of depths unknown, But strikes a chord of terror in a heart of shell and bone. No thrill of chase, no scent of blood, this gentle giant craves,
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets