He is at least seven foot nine
weighs a hundred and eight
walks with a slumped incline.
Doris Brontosaurus is his date.
He wears a three piece, pin-stripe
wolf vested suit, spats ta-boot blues.
with Owl Who's, special built-in auto-wipe
bubble-eyed lizard sled-bottom shoes.
His name is Poetry Moose
laying down he is hard to see
friends call him,"Flat-line muse."
He is the no heart beat of my poetry.
Author notes
Meet My Moose
In a list
A contest entry
- Introduction to your muse by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended July 9, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like your imagery it shows a great deal of imagination, few poets actually have such a powerful imagination and eloquent vocabulary to match it. Great write
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So this is your muse .... dead man not walking then he is yours. Cleaver of you to weave some threads from past writes .... blame the muse
. You have answered the challenge whilst giving your readers a smile and giggle....guess you kick start when it flat lines as every muse will do. Brilliant take on the prompt 
Very nicely constructed. Good luck in this contest.
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Love it..not him so much..Some familiar words echo from times past of pinstripes and spats...Ha Ha. You always were great on the descriptives and laughs..Well this friendly Moose better not be loose bugging us ladies if you please...A riot again..RD wolf!
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lol ... very cute!
I take it that you write dark as well then?
thank you for your entry
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good poem I like
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