It’s that time again: Chelsea Ann Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme again is love. Utter yayness!
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Sometimes when I miss you bad
and I’m feeling really sad
I hitch a ride and go downtown
to the drugstore.
I wander the aisles
until I find, the scent of Brut
so sweet, so fine.
I take a sniff & close my eyes.
I remember your lips
the way they feel
so hot and so unreal
I get a sort of contact high
Cuz you’ve been sipping Bali Hai.
The magical wine
that’s yours & mine
and makes me feel not shy.
I pray to God for me you’ll wait
for the day your friends can’t call me jailbait.
Do you love me, or love me not?
I hope you do because you’re hot.
This is fantastic! I love this. π
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Thanks, Lucy!
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LOL. At first I thought Bali Hai was after shave! Great/terrible poetry!
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Maybe you were thinking of Hai Karate? Remember that aftershave commercial? LOL! Thanks, Lisa!
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Too funny!
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Yes, now it is. Then… not so much. Live & Learn, right?
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π lol I remember Brut…eegads that stuff stank and the boys who wore it tended to bathe in it!
So much fun!
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I still think of that guy when I smell it. π
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π Really enjoyed this one!
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Glad to hear, Chelsea. I thought the other entries were very creative!
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