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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-05 at 05:10

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Puddled
I agree with Jim.
How's that going for ya?
2011-01-04


shells
Be careful what you wish for Jeanne! But as always Stan is good for the health, they say laughter is the best medicine.
2010-12-05



Did she next challenge you to write a poem about "sleeping on the sofa?"
2010-12-05


John Ashleigh
Simply uncanny, indeed. A light-spirited peice of literature with a hint of hilarity. A pleasure to read, brightened up my day.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-05