POEM: Cathy’s Clone
This was created for the CPC Wonderful Wednesday poetry challenge.
Host Bettie wants writes about ice cream in summer.
Since we are doing rhyming, tonguetwisting wordplay on this week’s Friday Fling (see previous blog) I did mine that way.
CATHY’S CLONE
In lean Cathy Keene’s ice cream dream:
she licked a cone, but not alone.
Mean Dean Green, the touchdown machine
put his licks in; not him, his own grown clone.
This made lean Keene beam, her eye did gleem
like when she was last moaning prone.
Her friend Jeannie Stein turned green,
though Mahoney Sloan was her very own.
Soon, in lean Keene’s ice cream dream,
she licked Mean Dean Green’s own grown clone.
Jeannie Stein was no longer seen.
She was shown downtown by Mahoney Sloan.
Do not soon prune this ice cream dream.
Grown gentle readers need not groan.
Lean Keene’s seamy, steamy dream seemed clean.
With consciousness regrown, it was stone unknown.
Copyright July 17th 2013 RGD
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