The Air force
Flies its’ jets overhead
While I am mowing.
So I mow
The triangle
Of a pussy
Into my boyfriends’ lawn
And wait
To see
If their flying patterns change.
When I am done,
I show this
To my boy friend....
We stand there
On the deck,
Like proud parents,
And he asks me
Why I left
The Queen Ann’s Lace
So long on that edge.
I tell him
It is to make it
More realistic,
Like the wave picture
On my Bic lighter,
When it was really
To cover
The scar
On my left side.
If this works,
I am considering mowing
WAR NO MORE
Into the cornfield
Next door.
Maybe they will think
It was the Aliens
And pay attention.
Does this make me a feminist?
A contest entry
- Quantum Thoughts by islekine.
600 points, ended October 8, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Okay! This was certainly different from what I was expecting and certainly different from any of the other entries I have read thusfar. I have to admit that you had me laughing here and laughter is good medicine. Good luck to ya!
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ha ha this was great i loved it
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Thanks for entering.
I love the theme and whole "jest" of the poem. Please do mow No War next door!
Write on!
*PEACE*
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