Cally I was expecting Lone Hand Sign and No-End Lashing, or maybe some Leash Donning and Nose Handling.

A kick in the shin, I'll love that!

Thanks!
Donna

With continuing apologies to H.D....

HILDA DOOLITTLE #2
Ah, O little Dildo

I count most men ignoble by your height,
neither too tall,
for some taste
none too slight,
but sensing underneath the garment seam
ripple and flash and gleam
of indrawn muscle
and of those more taut,
I feel that I must turn and tear and rip
the fine cloth
from the moulded thigh and hip,
force you to grab my soul’s sincerity,
and single out
me,
me, something to challenge,
handle differently.

(from “Red Roses for Bronze”)

Susan that title made me almost choke on my coffee! You are channeling HD
in HD. I think a modern day her would be laughing and choking on her coffee too.

Fun!
Donna

Her name is an anagram waiting to happen. Yours, too, and every one of them violent. Put the lashing and leash-donning and nose-handling together into one self-spoof!

Susan how about this

Honed in Slang (Donna English)

Raised to trick, her mom a ho,
she itched to have some scratch
to buy her way out of her life
as bargain-basement snatch.

One day she cracked and iced her pimp,
she stole his wad and fled.
Now MFA'd she doesn't hook,
she’s Ho Po’ ing instead.

I was expecting the leash and the lash, but this is just as good. Got Cally's revenge for her!

I had one on Hardy, somehow thinking I could get "hot" and "mass" out of his name before I realized there is only one "s"--so improbably, he wound up in a church, and now he's stuck there.

Oh, I remember, which is why I liked it so. I've now read your poem on this thread too many times to not be considered a narcissist; it really is wonderful.

Donna,

This is such a fun thread! To be immortalised this way (even in a sarcastic kind of fashion, and by such an accomplished bunch) must be the ultimate compliment anyone could be paid :D

I've got to have a go.

Look out, you may be next Jayne Osborn. So many vowels-- ooo, yay, goody! ;)


I really hope you'll join in.

Donna

Baron Enjoys

Me in black boots with the keys,
a slap on his back, the thigh squeeze.
In rubber or leather,
depending on weather,
we Harley down roads through the breeze.