|the square goes kookie
bobby socks, saddle shoes,
picnic basket plaid!
poppy-blond poodle cut,
eyes like lily pads!
get the buckles, get the bag,
and baker boy beret!
get the varnish colored peach
for saturday's soiree!
we're feeling in a spanish mood,
so bring the creme de cacao!
highball spoons and cubes of ice—
we'll fly to acapulco!
what's that, dear?
for backseat bingo
at the pier?
i think you're queer—
a real wet rag,
so cool it, hear?
—what's your tale, nightingale?
—cut the gas, you horse's ass!
—but i ain't no spazz, i ain't no pig!
—you cruisin' for a bruisin', dig?
hepcats, have you heard the word?
that odd ball boozer nabbed that bird—
she died below the backyard deck,
with red, red rings around her neck.
12 Apr 10
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get the fuck out.
*Mad applause*--fabulous, fast paced kooky fun!
Made me think of Dr. Hook's Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball.
Love "backseat bingo."
get the fuck in
Is this Reid's poem?
hah - this is cool, writ with drool - from an old fool who likes too
excuse me? reid?
why are you guys being so mean to me, i'm new :(
prove it, chum.
and how to do that, jennybrat?
(a little a skit, a little a skat?)
this baby's got a classy chassis, ya dig, she's really cookin'!
like crazy, like wow
hey, you're with it, auri ginsberg
chumble, you said you were 'funnier' -- but you never did show YER funny man.
(are you a bro or a bra?)
my funny man's in meh pants, wanna see? that shit ain't free
i'm a bra, though, my esteemed brosociate.
not sure how to do that, other than post another poem :)
Reminds me of Bare Naked Ladies songs, here and there. Sing it, you crazy bopper!
hmm, cumblee yummee.
i mean, cHumblee.
'go square' - glasvegas
great song too!
nice cool poem.
lol- bare naked ladies song- YEP!
This is over-the-top good, good, good!