Kimmy Alan – 3 poems 

Buck Naked

 

She was buck naked

Save her gun and holster

She said, “Stick Em Up!”

 

Finger on trigger

Muzzle to my head, she purred

“Giddy-up or die”

🍃 

 

 SINKHOLE PHOBIA

 

A child of old Florida

I suffer from sinkhole phobia

That at any moment, anywhere

The earth beneath me will open

And I’ll be flushed down there

 

Just the thought of being flushed

Away to nothingness

Is always on my mind

That I’ll disappear in a toilet

Of swirling brackish slime

 

So this guy from Port Richie

Will keep sleeping lightly

Cause I don’t want to be sucked below

If the earth tries to swallows me whole

In a malevolent Florida sinkhole 

 

 🍃

 

 TUB

 

Rub a dub dub

Don’t do drugs in the tub

Like Morrison Whitney and Kristina

 

Water and chemicals don’t mix

Just ask Dennis Wilson

And Hustler Honey

Larry’s, Althea Flint

 

They’ll tell you

Not even Wood soaked

Can Natalie float

 

And old Orville Redenbacher

That popcorn codger

Didn’t Pop Up

In his Hot tub

Caused he didn’t bother

Using any butter

 

So Rub a dub dub

Don’t do drugs

In the tub

Or you’ll drown

Like you’re related to

Bobby Brown

 

 🍃

 

 Kimmy Alan

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