Let’s talk to Lucy and learn to play bongos.
Let’s break all our old habits and then start new ones.
Let’s leaf through some old issues of Playgirl.
Let’s read our fortunes in whorls of chest hair.
Let’s see if Lucy has any ideas about aluminum doors.
Let’s run through a hallway of doors, slamming them one by one.
Let’s ask Chief Robotman what he thinks of our actions.
Let’s not stay to hear his answer.
Let’s ride away on our Schwinns, or in a Vista Cruiser.
Let’s eat Hostess Sno Balls, thumb our noses at everyone but us.
If it’s Tuesday p.m., it’s time for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.
8 thoughts on “Hot Idea!”
A nice naughty poem. Sounds like the kind of revelry teenagers indulge in after a party. Loved the vibe.
Thanks, Madhumakhi! Glad you enjoyed it.
Fun. It made me think of some of the teenage boys that have crossed my life. Good use of anaphora.
Thanks, Victoria! It was tough to keep up the anaphora, but I liked the effect. Glad you liked it, too.
Let’s be karioke singers in a Hong Kong bar:)
That sounds good, too!