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> "The winner, chosen by votes, receives a $10 gift certificate to the
> wonderful Cheesecake factory"?
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> The poem does not need to be a new one necessarily, but it does need to
> mee the simple criteria I have set for th to > be considered.
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> Good luck Will.
Okay, the poem is filled with love and I think any cliches are /new/ ones,
and is sort of a OB poem to your Aberdeen one, as suggested by our friend
Chandra P. Das, a decade ago:
Miss Alice Crenshaw
Little Victoria
stepped on a bumblebee,
near the sawmill millhouse.
Cousin Maxwell
saw it while sitting in a tree,
on the hill
across from Uncle Grouse.
Near the house of
Bullethead & Shorty...
Always late, never home,
they's a fighting,
they'll get home the best they can.
With some luck and
a Southern wind.
Shorty's chasing Bullethead
with a frying pan
full of chicken bones.
Jerked wire
someone tried to call the cops
on the telephone.
Sort of in the backyard
of the old waterpump house.
Near the canepatch,
Miss Crenshaw's creeping like a mouse.
She said some odd words,
seen them spit right out her mouth.
Everybody's watching television,
or Miss Crenshaw's hipshake.
She's a stroller in technicolor
up and down a dirt avenue
for goodness sake.
If you need a girl
you can converse on love with...
She's a good listener
and she ain't quite loud!
But a looker in a crowd.
On a two stooler bike,
somebody easing down the path.
Near the house of
Bullethead & Shorty...
Working late at the mill again.
Scoop the sugar with cabbage,
wash it down with cold gin.
Never sure when the morning starts
or where it ends.
I recall a bit later,
when she shook her peaches for me.
Shady silver leaf maples,
and a lonesome persimmon tree.
Full moon and hay fever
schoolhouse looking like a Sphinx.
She's a sweetie,
her hair's like a chestnut minx.
Everybody's watching television,
or Miss Crenshaw's hipshake.
She's a stroller
up and down a dirt avenue.
If you need a girl
you can converse on love with...
She's a good listener
and she ain't quite loud!
But a looker in a crowd.
-Will Dockery