Parking bay, crazy slots, for the desperate,
The one way entry to women drivers meet?
Sole paparazzi shot with killer instinct,
No reserve for insane, sidelined, extinct.
Incredible passion in body positions,
Atop or under between rattling degrees,
Bottoms in play with a Casanova streak,
Head light flashes explode in their touch and kiss.
A rub to the left smashing colors in tights,
Tongue in cheek metal crunches the perfection,
Smiley faces ignore the big bang theory,
Waterloo for disobedient cars of might.
News-room rushes, the main agenda heaps displayed,
Urgent rental services now go astray,
Nervous women drivers take safe taxi's home,
Men aghast at the picture’s vagary?
Author notes
Picture Prompt:-
http://allpoetry.com/images/ext/Contest/2460/551.jpg?1252990109
A contest entry
- OMG! by condor.
700 points, ended September 29, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh this is good and it kinda gave me a very strange feeling. I could hear and feel that grinding and crunching of the metal, much like chalk on a black board. Those news reporters sure had a great time, didn't they. I love this. Thanks for entering and the best in the contest.
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