“No Mom, I don’t wanna coat! Nor a hat!
It’s not cold! It’s neat and it’s wet!”
The higher the kick, the harder the sneaker
Smacks down and the better the splash.
“Let me down the bottom of these steps here!
Water’s building up to a deep, deep pond –
I wanna be in there!”
(c) Lynne McAnulty-STreet, Rotorua NZ, 2011
Long, cool woman in a black dress
Workin’ in a cocktail lounge;
Comes home – in a bad mess –
Wants a hot tub to cool down.
Zipper gets stuck on her black dress –
An’ I’m the only fellow around:
I grab on that zip,
Give it one mighty rip –
We’re soon in bed a-startin’ to drown.
© Lynne R McAnulty-Street, Rotorua NZ, 2011
Spirit worn down by years of hotel slavery, dreaming of rescue by an island hopping pirate ship,
she stares at the horizon, planning her anger when she leaves.
She will be merciful, to those who have not been cruel to her.
She almost smiles a secret smile, for there will be happiness, but not here.
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(c) Lynne McAnulty-Street, 2011, Rotorua NZ
A FIAF response, of 55 words maximum, with a touch of Nina Simones’ song “Pirate Jenny”.