by Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke
Jon the delectable pixie left his clan –
wiggled his delectable butt at the elves too –
left for the highway life. When the
Oldsmobile sideswiped a bison, Jon ran
to the nearest redwood and chopped it
down. A Park Ranger was so enamoured
with Jon’s butt she took off her uniform
and ushered him into her light aircraft.
She set the controls for Finland. Wow,
there’s plenty of gas in this pixie, she said
besotted by Jon’s butt high above the
North Atlantic. Finland was a gas! A tad
cold for naked Danielle, but Jon, ever the
creative one, blew her sunbeams between puffs.
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Good to see you at the Saloon, Michael, a great place for all Aussies to stop by with a poem now and then.
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