HATS

d'Verse Poets Pub


When I wear a baseball cap,

I'm not wearing it seriously--

like someone who wears a baseball cap.

When I wear a cowboy hat,

I'm not wearing it seriously--

like someone who wears a cowboy hat

I'm masquerading as you

for a little while

while I'm in the neighborhood.

And

you

know

I can talk the talk

and walk the walk

if I want to. 

Funny

how a hat

can change everything.

In the 30s and 40s

everyone wore them

and it told you nothing.

A sea of conformity
hiding the deformity
that was your head. 

Now

for those who do

it's like slapping a bumper sticker

across your forehead

displaying to the world

what you're made of.

I can see what's in your heart
by what's on your head--
and I can pinpoint it all

from the kind of wheels you drive

to the radio station you listen to.

I can even tell 

if you're The Queen.

But tipping my hand, well

that's not my style...

I'd rather you not see me comin'

(like a stealth bomber)

and just keep all of that

under my hat. 

MY FUNKY VALENTINE (with apologies to Rodgers & Hart!)

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My funky valentine

Reading the comics valentine

Oh, where oh where do I start?

Your looks are laughable

Yet, I'm so affable

I'm just gonna call you abstract art

Oh, your figure's less than chic

And your nose looks like a beak

When you speak

You're speaking Greek

To me-eee

You don't comb your hair for me

There's a pubic hair in my tea

What does it matter to me?

Each day is Valentine's Day

Of your figure I can't speak

A less than noteworthy physique

And there's an odor from your feet

That sets you apar-arrrt.

But don't wash your hair for me

Or change your underwear for me

Stay funky, valentine, stay...

Each day is Valentine's--

unless it's Groundhog,

President's, Saint Patrick's,

April Fool's, Mother's,

Father's, Columbus, or Labor...

Da-eeeyyy

SPEED SKATER

d'Verse Poets Pub

Woman with thighs

the size

of tree trunks

slicing up big chunks

of ice

Gliding light as a feather

But who will prize

those thunder thighs

when it's bikini weather?