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She
prunella jones
She burned down a doughnut shop, you know.
Just held a match to the grease
and watched it go.
Though it may sound glib
and just might be a fib,
she told me she liked to see that red glow.
She also loves any chance to disperse
the pages and pages,
of scribbled rhyme in her purse.
Lines on the tight, crumbling feel
of apricot-banana facial peel,
and that time she made out in a hearse.
She swoons over guys who are verbal and smart.
They give her a thrill,
like stealing eye makeup at WalMart.
And she is quite partial
to those poets who sparkle
brighter than the trashy body glitter she loads into her shopping cart.
She peruses the aisles of her local Wild Oats
Considering the poems that Justin Case wrote.
If his words were a shade
they'd be pink lemonade
and she'd pocket them deep in her shoplifter's coat.
prunella jones has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of prunella's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of prunella's latest works: