My Poetry

One cold morning, January 6, 1990, at the Paris Coffee Shop in Fort Worth, Texas, I let the hum of conversation drift past me as I noticed an array of people entering the front door.

Every skinny man was accompanied by a rather large woman. What could have happened, it was awesome.

Awesome

Do you know,
That skinny men never grow,
But seem to flow,
To buxom girls,
That seem to grow?

That men get skinny,
The girls, they grow.

What is that awesome pair
That drains them so,
That saps their strength,
So they won't grow?


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