this piece of silliness came about as a result of my wife Jeanne challenging
me to write a poem about "uncanny"...Who know, she may never challenge
me again, and who would blame her
Simply Uncanny
I loved my sixth grade teacher, Miss Blumenstock
In fantasy I with Miss Blumenstock, interlocked
It was simply uncanny
How she made me feel manly
When I dreamed of her torso
I felt manly even much more-so
To her I was completely devoted
But alas, I soon was promoted
With years flying by, by now she's a granny
But I still dream of her, now ain't that uncanny?!!
by Stan Cooper...11/26/10 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2010-12-05 at 05:10
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