‘Bibi, the bump on
Otto’s is too much alop
his sweaty red fez…’
Dubb, in blue burnoose
& loose shoes trailing a mule
sand polish’d toenail
the others broke off
a frog o’er a windblown fringe
‘…I said, get a Jeep’
Poetry
‘Bibi, the bump on
Otto’s is too much alop
his sweaty red fez…’
Dubb, in blue burnoose
& loose shoes trailing a mule
sand polish’d toenail
the others broke off
a frog o’er a windblown fringe
‘…I said, get a Jeep’
I would imagine Bibi would hold out for a Rover. Otto with the bush gaurds.>KB
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All quotes are Dubb’s. You know she has her way.
Bibi is a rover…Otto, a push-over;
and they’re on the ‘lookout’ for guess who?
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I couldn’t even venture a guess right now.>KB
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Did you like Rembrandt’s Hand?>KB
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Oh yes, and his hat…as a child, I had a box he made, my crayons side to side within;
outside the lines, ‘that woman there…’
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