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ADVERTEASING

Poetry By: moonphish
Poetry


the impossible dream


Submitted:Dec 21, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


he always seemed to crave the girl

that he could never get
and though he would write notes to them
not one, he'd ever met
"oh dearest betty crocker
i adore the way you cook
i'd love to try each recipe
you've outlined in your book"
"hello there, mrs, butterworth
i love your ample size
the sweet taste of your syrup
never fails to tantalize"
"i love you, aunt jemima
you're enticing, ooh la la
perhaps with mrs. butterworth
a nice menage a trois ?
"good day, my little sun maid
i don't even know your name
but i believe in raisin' hell
so tell me, are you game ?"
"i cherish you, st. pauli girl
my hands reach 'round your waist
and then i pull you close
for an intoxicating taste"
but all of them ignored him
like he was a man, diseased
although they liked to advertise
they merely adverteased




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