I say, who’d believe you could fit dress so tight,
Mounds of bounteous rapture pressing at every seam?
How about you and I make more fireworks tonight?
Let’s burn out the night in our own living dream.
Bombed and bursting with flair,
Grabbing your derriere.
If you’ll check out my shorts,
The flagpole is still there.
Say, do you still have some virtue to save?
Or would you spend some time, with this star-spangled knave?
Entry to a poetry challenge: write a poem on the theme of fireworks, in only 7 minutes:
http://cindyfaughnan.com/faughnan/?p=1034
I finished exactly at the 7-minute mark! 🙂
Rhyme In Time 