It is poetry Thursday and our two spoiled cats have provided for us the picture below as inspiration.
Holly was born with an hourglass figure
As she grew her friends remarked her butt and breasts could not be bigger
Holy lived a life of vigor
Despite having no arms, not even a finger
One day Holly was approached by a fashion designer
Who wanted Holly to hire her
The girl was intrigued, finding clothes had been a problem since being a minor
And having clothes that fit her figure could not be finer.
Holly agreed to allow the designer to make her a dress
Something that would not fail to impress
Something that would cover her large butt and not cause her stress
Something that would make her a success
The designer only had one request to say
That Holly show off her dress on the runway
Holly agreed right a way
And counted the days to the dress unveiling day
When the dress was done "it looks like a light bulb" is all she said
And thought it was something she would only be caught in while dead
And even if buried in it the only part wold fit it in the coffin was her head
But the designer insisted she walk the aisle despite her dread.
Walking on the runaway Holly wobbled like a bowling pin
Most of the audience was horrified but on did grin
His mind thinking of sin
Wishing to find a big lamp and screw her in
You have my mom rolling on the floor, Ruby. What a great poem!
ReplyDeleteYour poems are always amazing.
ReplyDeleteI’ve read several poems for this picture today, & it looks like I truly saved THE BEST FOR LAST!!!! Bravo!👏🏻 👏🏻👏🏻 Kit
ReplyDeleteIf anyone admits they understand fashion, they are fibbing!
ReplyDeleteBTW, Lord PF is active along with Lady PF - he fetches food for them - and probably took some incubation shifts
H&K&W
Willow
oh no.... poor holly... well... no we know why they call it fun-eral... if such things happen haha
ReplyDeleteThat's a perfect poem for that silly picture.
ReplyDeleteLeave it to you, Ruby, to find a unique story behind that picture!
ReplyDeleteJava Bean: "Ayyy, which part of her lights up when you screw her in? Is it her hair? I bet it's her hair ... Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
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