“sharing”

Day 6 is a trick. Moving right along. So happy to be getting so many likes and comments on the project. Thank you all for participating. Today’s poem, is the second word my friend Sunde suggested to me when I asked for people to contribute. A great word. A great concept. Something I preach to my kids every day. Hope you enjoy this little offering that I’m sharing…

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“Goocher”  © C. P. Hickey 2017

“sharing”

Napster nappy shared unhappy.

Facebook allows you to share a post but not a friend.

You can suggest a friend, and share an idea.

You can like a share, but not share a like.

Pantyhose can surely be sheer.

Is it easier to shear a sheep than shag one?

Cher shared her affinity for bodystockings while dancing on a naval vessel.

Sonny Bono shared his love for skiing with a tree.

The tree was unmoved.

Sharing needles is dangerous business.

Needing sharing is a dangerous business.

Sharing business is none of your business.

Who I share with is between me and the engines at Facebook and Google.

Did you know that an algorithm keeps Al Gore’s rhythm.

It’s more of a convenient lie, than an inconvenient truth.

Thanks for sharing!

 

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“Bulbania”

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“Bulbania” © C.P. Hickey 2017

“Cotton Candy”

Day 5 finds me in a ribald mood. Thank you Sunde, for putting out the entirely innocent and innocuous term of cotton candy. I’ve made of it what I’ve made of it. As Pat Benetar once stated, “no promises, no demands, love is a battlefield.”

“Sweet Dreams” © C.P. Hickey 2017

“Cotton Candy”

Cotton candy, makes me randy,

When I drink a summer shandy.

I’m not your average dapper dandy,

Handling hand made castle sandy.


Forgive a knave for longing lust.

I long to grasp your well formed bust.

Your bodice keeps it firmly trussed.

Without your leave,  I will combust.


A chance to know your salty shores.

On bedroom posts your hanging drawers.

Whatever’s mine will soon be yours.

Grasped within your fleshy stores.


Your tractor beam,  puts me in trance.

I so relish,  the teasing dance.

The sordid sweaty skin advance.

Your wanton ways permit the chance.


Cotton candy, pink or blue?

What I wouldn’t do to you.

Cotton panties, pink or blue?

What I wouldn’t do to you.

“Bled, Rue, Yellack, Blow”

“Bled, Rue, Yellack, Blow” © C.P. Hickey 2017

“Real way?”

“Real way?” © C.P. Hickey
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