Honey Taco
March 24, 2008

honey, grease up your taco
I’m diving in feet first
wearing blue raspberry edible undies
and smoking a bubble gum cigar
let’s make pb and j’s
with 12 nut bread
and name our babies after smurfs
let’s create steam
from vitamin D milk
and forget about the finances for once
we can poke around a bit
and wait for the grey carton of fresh eggs
that we can never, ever eat
honey, squeeze your bear head
whilst I deposit the mayonnaise
across your hot cross bun
let’s tie the twizzler knot
and stick around forever,
like that jar of vaseline
underneath the kitchen sink
March 26, 2008 at 9:04 am
clever little dramatic monologue here. I gots respect for anyone who can use ‘whilst’ and make it work. I particularly like the name our kids after smurfs bit…and the pic of the spotted dick–food and sexual innuendo go together really good in this poem. I like the site by the way…i envy all you guys who can do computer stuff with your art. i’ll check out your short fiction sometime. Speaking of which, i’ll have to share with you my ‘Tales of a Promiscuous Olympian’, a story about Phallus, the son of Hades and his cleaning lady. later
March 28, 2008 at 1:20 pm
refreshing
April 20, 2008 at 9:30 am
Humorous as always
May 18, 2008 at 3:04 am
that’s just wrong, misener.
leave the smurfs out of it! LOL.