Thursday, March 1, 2012

One of These Days

image borrowed from bing

One of these Days

One of these days I’ll write a poem
that strips down to its macrame bikini
and flings itself from a NY Plaza Hotel
chandelier onto Donald Trump’s hair.

It’ll be a poem that crashes the hotel’s
pastry kitchen, samples all the wares,
then whisks a bottle of champagne up
to the suite with the finest Park view.

Yep, one day I will.

But not today.

Today I’m writing a poem
about the Versailles of my
parakeets’ 2-bedroom loft.

It's come a loooong way, baby.

Jannie Funster

Posted over on her site Jannie Funster

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