Orange Poem
Didi Menendez has established a poetry challenge. Write a poem with the following words:
1- Nehru Jacket
2- bouffant hairdo
3- sock it to me
4- Love American Style
5- Ed
6- french nails
7- Lawrence of Arabia
8- rebels
9- suicide
10-topless bar
11- orange
12- tooty fruity
Also, the word "orange" must appear in the title. The winner receives an Amazon.com gift certificate. Here goes…
Matching orange slacks
He had this way of saying
Sock it to me!
that made people laugh
Sock it to me! Sock it to me!
until they begged him to stop
Sock it to me! Sock it to me!
Sock it to me! Sock it to me!
and then just walked away angry.
He was like a frat boy with A.D.D.
making rebels out of all of us
with his fast talk and treasonous ideas.
But then, just as things got interesting,
just as we were ready to hit the streets,
he’d forget what he was talking about
and suggest that we order in
Chinese food and watch Seinfeld reruns.
He went to dance clubs in a Nehru jacket.
If you called it “multicolored” he would
bare his French nails and hisssssss
like a leopard or a vexed queen.
It was not multicolored;
it was tooty fruity.
He insisted that he was an extra
in the movie Lawrence of Arabia.
“That’s me – there!” he yelled,
when it was obviously
Peter O’Toole on a camel.
He only drank orange juice
from Florida
and vodka from your
liquor cabinet.
He once led me into a topless bar
blindfolded,
describing the dancers to me
in amazing detail.
I can still see their breasts in my mind.
He said that a bouffant hairdo
is like ice-cream piled high
upon the head of a beautiful woman.
Remember Jo Anne Worley?
From Laugh In? Love American Style?
“A goddess!”
He wrote suicide notes and sent them
to friends that he owed money,
thinking they would be so happy
to know he was still alive that they
would forgive him his debt.
He is Ed.
Or rather he was Ed.
You see, Ed is dead.
He finally did commit suicide.
I got the last note.
The bastard owed me six months rent.
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