| General Poetry
posted June 12, 2016 |
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a poem
A chapter in the book People
Franco Flippin Funnelatch
Franco Flippin Funnelatch
had an itch no one should scratch;
longed for a successful match
with his buddy's sister.
Friends forewarned and raised red flags;
he called them all provincial drags,
and found all other women hags;
could simply not resist her.
After spending loads of dough,
Franco found he was a schmo;
he might never have a go,
because of this plot twister.
Franco's buddy's sib-L-ing
was not human, more a thing;
a life-sized doll with gears and spring,
and urine in a blister.
Funnelatch was still undaunted,
now his infamy is vaunted;
his life is now a hell -- that's haunted;
a prominent blacklister.
The Funnelatches had some kids,
or had them made, at lowest bids;
installed in them were angst and ids,
and something quite si-NIS-ter.
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