…
Lemme ’splain my spleen:
Sophie’s choice was a CT
scan(-tilly clad) stir
-fry cook monk chanting
in {pig}Latin.
(ixnay on the awn mower, lei)
Long story short
(straight dark hair):
we blew a gasket, ordered
a casket in pine, tried to salt
our toes
and ponytail
(Poe knee tale)
that wayward sun.
Silence lingered,
spilled.
Still, p(s)alms
(proverbs, Ecclesiastes)
have a way of (em)balming
the idle
(thou shalt have no
other).
Do you see? One of his slow
-burning looks
(right hooks,
slightly crook
-ed smiles)
can slay a soul in seconds.
(don’t come back for thirds)
Really, we’re all only
about ninety-five (s)miles
{as the robin (f)lies}
off the main (s)quad,
slightly less gilded
(glided, guided, be
-guiled)
than God.
..
Just whistling a Thistle for my Shawna. Head over for a great word list!
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I could really follow the list as it went… really a story in all it’s sadness… Though sometimes smiles are better than miles.
This is absolutely brilliant De ❤
Ha ha. First I saw “Belly My U.” I wonder if that means legs or arms! 🙂
“Lemme ’splain my spleen:” … Oh, lord. I can already tell you’re gonna do-in my funny bones with this one, girl.
Whew. You took me from giddy giggles to heavy heart in about ten seconds.
Sanaa’s right. This is brilliant. I won’t waste your time pointing out certain bits. But you know I see what I see: what you said, and then some.