Now I am asked to be erotic
When all the things exotic
I now view as schemes quixotic
With the senses too chaotic
To have luster.
It isn't I don't ponder
On my salad days and wonder
How I managed then to be
So agile, spry, and free
With all abandon idiotic.
Now the Hara Krishna scenes hypnotic
Are too strenuous and robotic
And way too symbiotic
For my old frame anymore,
Wrapped around and wrappped around
And wrapped around. You know what I mean.
Fun for the young.
Pleasure for the rest,
Except for those of us who live
With memories narcotic
Of wrapped around and wrapped around and wrapped....
Author notes
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A contest entry
- 3rd and final round Poetic X Factor!!!!! by Laura.
1000 points, ended May 14, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow---This is excellent and the flow of the rhyming verse is flawless--Well Done!!
You have an obvious talent with the rhyming verse and perhaps you would consider taking a look at my contest on link below
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2402827
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great poem
loved these lines
Except for those of us who live
With memories narcotic
well done and good luck in the contest xxx
laura xxx
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