“Fine and Dandy”

 

Poem 11 in the ProCrasstheNation Poemvember Poetry Project comes inspired by a shared sibling memory of one of Comedian George Carlin’s bits. Thank you for reminding me of this, Paula. I hold that although George may never have been both fine and dandy at the same time, I most certainly have. Usually, after 14 pints of Guinness.

 

I hope reading this makes you simultaneously fine and dandy.

 

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“Fine and Dandy”

 

Please don’t reprimand me,

because I stand here fine and dandy.

Your total misery begets, infects,

has a gravity that at once neglects,

the beauty that surrounds us.

 

Point of view can be the key,

to living a life worry free.

Fine and dandy, if you please.

Angst brings goodness to its knees.

Turn the tide to calmer seas.

 

Furrowed brows and puckered frowns,

turn those around you, upside down.

Suffering can be understood,

but, choosing spite invites no good.

Fine and Dandy, Dandiehood.

 

Choose consciously.

Don’t react.

Navigation requires tact.

How something seems,

is not what is,

But rather what we make of it.

 

“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.