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I'm Just a Chigger on Emily Reeve

Robert Hawkins

Emily a fine writer of poetry.
The dude in make-up, Alaska.
You would have to dead not to laugh.
So, I'm a corpse three days dead.
Emily dosn't care if I think I'm a tree.
She might grind me up and make paper out of me.
(Musical interlude)
Humm, Find a girl with faraway eyes, if your down on you luck get a girl with faraway eyes. hummm
(Knock it off there's no)
(music in poetry.)
Emily, Emily, your minds a roaming, say while your roaming pick me up a six pack of Shiner Bock beer.
You can use the window.
So Honey and the rest of them won't see you with me.
And them me see you in them or in them me see me.
Bye Emily, see you me in you.
In a blazing streak for the door just ahead of the crockery I egress.
rlh

note;
Emily, my non-de-plume is
Honey De.

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works:

Ask Yourself

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 18:21

Liken Mind

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 16:29

Then What About You

Submitted Jun 13th 2011, 20:51