The once was a woman from Tangiers
who had trouble with buying her brassieres.
Every time she tried to pay
they’d send her away,
saying she had too much in arrears.
Tag Archives: Friday
Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Rears”
Filed under Freeform Friday, poem, poetry by author
The 13th noir
Some days, you get the noir, and some days the noir gets you.
Filed under Friday the Thirteenth, noir, Photo by author
Thirteen is a lonely number
I hardly know ya, /
Triskaidekaphobia. /
Afraid to hold ya. /
It's Friday, Friday the Thirteenth. Just the facts, ma,am.
I have just told ya, /
Triskaidekaphobia. /
I hardly know ya. /
Just the facts, you say, /
Triskaidekaphobia./
Will make you go away. /
But you’re here to stay. /
triskaidekaphobia. /
For the entire day. /
So I might just play, /
Triskaidekaphobia. /
On this fine Friday: /
Triskaidekaphobia
Filed under Friday the Thirteenth, haiku, poem, poetry
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