seven inches
me got last night
seven inches and a slight chip more
old man winter speaks
me tells ‘im to shut it
me clutches his neck and throws him all asea
seven inches last night
me thinks I shall have seven more tonight
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
February 10, 2010 in Poem | Tags: Poem, Poetry, seven, seven inches
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February 10, 2010 at 10:58 am
jingle
wow,
my friend has 58 inches,
u got seven inches,
which one is cooler?
ask u?
February 10, 2010 at 11:07 am
Bryan Borland
HA @Jingle. Are we comparing metaphorical penises now? Jessie vs. ML?
Also, despite the snow(?) references, this sounds oddly Jamaican! Or like an elderly British woman/gay man. I like the tone. I want you to read this while smoking a cigar at an open mic.
February 10, 2010 at 11:25 am
jingle
it is snowing in your place, right?
I know u may talk about snow, sorry for the time I wasted on u,
got to go!
February 11, 2010 at 10:06 am
bindo
Ah…….Congratulations?
February 11, 2010 at 12:18 pm
Bryan Borland
Nine months later….
February 12, 2010 at 2:01 pm
jessiecarty
some people would just say my 58 inches means i am full of it up to my hair 🙂 and they would probably be right!
loved this one ML. Although weren’t you wishing for 8? 🙂 hahahahaha
February 12, 2010 at 2:13 pm
medicatedlady
jessie: me can’t be picky, my sweets.
February 12, 2010 at 11:27 pm
Patrice
I only got four – so far, but one can hope for more tomorrow.
And it’s not the size of the snowfall (yeah, right) it’s how it goes down…
Hey, I’m smilin’
Fun lines, Ms. Meds.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…
February 15, 2010 at 1:41 pm
Tel
I was going to say the same thing as Bryan. This sounds like Jamaican patwa. So it conjures up images of disgruntled Jamaicans coping with cold and snow (something I’ve been seeing a lot of lately).