My Polynesian Dances



I dreamt I lounged in far-off Polynesia
A great place to lounge 'cause, there, loungin's much easier
Any far-thinking man could easily predict
I would dreamily become a Polynesia addict

I found myself dancing the Polynesian Hula
Compared to the jitter-bug, the Hula's way cool-a
The maidens I danced with were dressed to the hilt
In grassy green skirts, and WOW, those maidens were built

A blind man could see I was visibly shakened
When all of a sudden, I was crudely awakened
"Up and at 'em", my sergeant obstreperously blasted
My sarge and grass skirts were sharply contrasted

So back to K P with it's unpeeled potatoes
A far cry from dreamy Polynesian tomatoes
But I survive this damn army regime
Escaping in more of my Hula-ing dreams

by Stan Cooper...7/2/10 graphic by Don Hunt




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Written on 2010-07-28 at 17:58

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ya and applauds***
2010-07-29



thats seriously gr8..i enjoyed it so much... i love this the most
"I found myself dancing the Polynesian Hula
Compared to the jitter-bug, the Hula's way cool-a
The maidens I danced with were dressed to the hilt
In grassy green skirts, and WOW, those maidens were built"

gr8 workkkkkkkkk mr stan cooper... SIr your a true poet
and the drawing is so amazing..ur frnd is so talented well done
2010-07-29


Rob Graber
That's droll!
2010-07-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Did the top Sargent tuck you in that night , read you story of Polynesia , has he did every night ,
Come the morning ask you check out the cook house ,
Fore there were sweet polynesian potatoes ,
On reaching the cook house , to be greeted bye the company cook,
Who invited you to peel them ,
That top Sargent rely needs his funny bone striated

As you gathered Stan I rather enjoyed you write.
Ken ( :- ) )
2010-07-28