Thursday, June 15, 2006

It's Poetry Thursday!
Stopping My Pole-Dance On A Frosty Evening

Whose bills these were I do not know.
Her cash is crisp and pokes me though;
She must have caught me dancing here
And stuffed my underwear with dough.
Those hoarse gals sure must think it queer
For me to turn and stop in fear
In mid-dance of disco song,
Ignoring cries of lusty cheer.
They watch me dig inside my thong
And know there must be something wrong.
Still - cash is waved, they want to peep
But I won't move to where they throng.
Their ones are lovely - rent ain't cheap.
But I have Little-Elvis to keep,
And papercuts can go real deep,
And papercuts can go real deep.

posted by Carl Bryant @ 11:54 AM   15 comments Literary Shirts

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15 Comments:

At 10:32 PM, Blogger Susan said...

Love it, Carl! I take it that it's only the brain that's tiny?


 

 

At 10:47 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

No, Susan. The thong is tiny, too.

Thanks for popping in! It's nice to see you here.


 

 

At 11:22 PM, Blogger Julie Carter said...

HA!!


 

 

At 11:52 PM, Blogger Writing Blind said...

Carl, I think I love you.


 

 

At 3:45 AM, Blogger Arlene said...

**MEGA-RONF**

if you aren't weird, i'd be weird for thinking you're weird. nice, funny weird, you know -- not killing-murderous weird.

i'll never think of papercuts the same way again.

frost, if he were alive, would have placed his money all around that thong. he'd have appreciated the dough effect.

a.


 

 

At 11:37 AM, Blogger SarahJane said...

carl
why aren't you famous yet?


 

 

At 12:02 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Because I can't dance.

You should see me onstage. It's pathetic.

Julie - a HA from you is worth millions.

Rebecca - Never hurt the ones you love.

Arlene - You're weird... but in a convoluted scary/sad/funny sort of way... Kind of like a small tornado mowing through a clown college.


 

 

At 1:39 PM, Blogger Beau Blue said...

Carl's not famous?


 

 

At 3:53 PM, Blogger Writing Blind said...

I think I just hurt myself laughing at the 'small tornado, clown college' remark. Ow.


 

 

At 5:30 PM, Blogger Dirty Butter said...

I've looked through a lot of your posts, including your archives, and I'm quite impressed!

I'd like to invite you to join our brand new, family friendly BLOG VILLAGE TopList. I think your blog would be a great addition.

You can find out more about it at the BLOG VILLAGE blog.


 

 

At 4:38 PM, Blogger jenni said...

LOL Carl! This is really cute!


 

 

At 7:15 PM, Blogger jayne d'Arcy said...

I'm no guy, but ow! And that really made me laugh. I've been enjoying reading here. Am very glad you stopped by the Blog Explosion forums. Would you like to contribute some writing now and then at my new writing group, 3rd Eye Writers? If so, stop by and take a look: http://www.jaynedarcy.us/3rdeyewriters/

I've added you to my feed and am also going to post you on my main blog links.


 

 

At 1:27 AM, Blogger lorguru said...

Oh my, this is too much. No, maybe not... More, Carl, more!

my wv this time: gybuub

-lauren


 

 

At 2:11 AM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Thanks, Jayne - I greatly appreciate the time you're taking to improve my blog, and the advice. I'd be proud to contribute to your writer's group.

Jenni - there's nothing cute about a 42-yr-old man in a thong. At least it isn't a speedo. What the heck is wrong with european men? Anyone? Anyone?

DB - I've added a link to your index. It seems like a great idea.

Lauren - I don't know what gybuub means, but it sounds obscene when you say it. I'm telling Arlene, and she's going to tell everyone else. Your reputation is shot.


 

 

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