Frolicking
This is the kind of fun that only poetry can pull off and a good antidote to this harsh world. Any innuendo that you pick up on is entirely your own fault.
overparted = when someone has a theater role that’s too big for them as an actor.
Everyone should, at least once in their life, read “The Lacquer Liquor Locker” by David McCord. Here it is. Reading it out loud is one of the great pleasures of life.
https://alexx-kay.livejournal.com/52966.html
I would love to hear your responses to the “Liquor Locker” poem. My uncle can recite it by memory at 90 years old even with 3 drinks. I can’t remember my address after 3 drinks.
Frolicking
I have two cones
of perfect ice cream,
which, I think we all agree,
is a very good way
to start the day.
Each are my favorite flavor
with both colors being
perfectly complementary,
to one another
and to my tongue,
very complimentary.
I have a third favorite,
mint chocolate chip,
but I do not have a third hand,
and even at present,
my tongue may be overparted,
but oh, what a rôle!
If I were that monkey*
in the fig tree
I would have a third hand
but still just one tongue
and it would be lolling,
lagging and haggard.
They could be sorbet or
they could be gelato but
I only care how they packed
that much flavor
into those little balls.
It’s a good thing the sun is blazing
which causes me to be a quicker licker,
left to right and back again
while each cone gets
a little twist of the wrist
lest I miss the drips
going on back there.
I skip a beat between licks
because I can clearly see
I now at long last embody,
as I skip and lick,
to and fro, frolicking.
*Here is the monkey poem mentioned above. Poems are shameless self promoters.
Grinning 💙
A good rhythm and how can you go wrong with ice cream.