Sunday, August 1

A Pleniform Woman

Such a pleniform creature is this woman.
O, she winked at me, an omen
Such as this is too much to ask
Of poor me, so taking me to task.
Oh no, methinks she's rising now
With her heavy bottom and light brow
Belying the intellectuall look of her glasses
Does she think she fools just anyone who passes?
The ground seems to quake at her steps,
She leaves her huge grocery store bereft.
"Another shipment just came in Bob, we're saved!"
"Don't speak so soon, for her hunger's not staved
off a bit, she's ready to come back for seconds,
and she'll wash it all down with anything that decants!"

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