I always wanted to write a poem
about artichokes.
Don’t know much about them though.
I think they’re round
and black or purple,
I ain’t sure.
I just like the sound.
Arty choke. Cool, Huh?
I woulda wrote,
“Her breasts were like artichokes”
but Plink hollered at me
for putting breasts in my poems;
so I had to cut down some,
using apples pears and pomegranates
like old Solomon done
to disguise things some.
I don’t know what they taste like.
Never ate one.
Still they ain’t got no poems,
so I thought I’d write one.
In a list
A contest entry
- How Green is my Valley by NurseChilly.
440 points, ended August 24, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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came back to smile at this
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this made me smile, its great its like a little strem of concious rolled into a little poem if that makes sense
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Interesting....
Write on!
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They're about the size of a mango but by the time you cut away the stem and the thingys, there's nothin left. Hardly worth the trouble huh?
Desiree
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lmao.
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Damn Lute
You're wrong
I wrote one called Passion of the Artichoke, awhile back.
It is an exclusive club however and I'm proud to welcome you.
Dues are levied every August 8th.
"Breasts like artichokes" only works btw if there's plenty of melted butter involved.
And "Artichoke Breasts" can have a downright negative effect on the reader.
Yes, I like this one
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guess that means I'll have to edit my poem to say, Mostly, they ain't got no poems. Sounds like work to me.
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Plinky is great with frozen penguins and sherry... perhaps you coulda pickled your arty chokes in sherry??
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