Poems & Sonnets Date : 14-Jun-90 From : Dale Malone To : Sandy BarbreSubject : You are Beautiful!
Sometimes I think about names,
Ponder on them with deliberation,
Funny things begin to happen.
Take Sandy, as case in point,
This is a very gritty subject,
Often finds the most unlikely,
Places to migrate and irritate,
Between your fingers, right in
The webbing, or, horrors!
Between the cheeks of your derrière.
Thoughts of dancing in the midday
sun,
Because you have absorbed so much heat,
But also of brushing off the first few,
Inches, and finding the damp coolness beneath.
Then, to abruptly change subjects,
Look at Barbre if you will,
A vision of a bustling,
City, Yerba Buena, soon to be
Called San Francisco. A melting pot
Of thugs, traders, trappers,
Mexicans, polyglot immigrants, and Russkies.
Could also be a brand of “Happy
Time,”
Cheese-dip, or two dismal attempts at
Trying to spell that practical device
Invented by Mr. Titsling!
So, tell us, Sandy Barbre,
What your deepest thoughts,
On this subject could be?
Thanks for listening to my
Rambling palaver, and sweet Sandy,
I will willingly take a chance,
Of causing your ire,
Just to tap into your mind,
And imbibe your feminine fire,
Blissfully scribed to you,
This sunny June morning.
Written by Dale E. Malone, Do
you know what Mr. Titsling invented?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
Last modified: April 26, 2009