A Short Poem in Which Our Compatibility is Illuminated
A happy meal comes with a prize
That’s chewy,
A disney tonic with a playground.
A dizzy tonic with a lime now.
That’s quicker.
Who’s got a gun, a moneymaker?
The greens in my salad are turning.
They’re wilted.
The roses- don’t pick ‘em. They’re fine.
You damn fine. Here’s my card;
I made it
Out of toons and chicken nuggets.
Labels: Susie Pryor
posted by Voices Vindicated @ 1:53 PM
1 Comments
1 Comments:
I love the transition from "disney tonic" to "dizzy tonic." I have not learned much about poetry, so I don't really feel knowledgeable talking about it. But I do appreciate your word choice and the way they feel in my mouth when I read it aloud.
-Sarah Ray
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