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Array ( [sid] => 148944 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Gingham Dress [time] => 2009-04-06 00:56:55 [hometext] => [bodytext] => He told me that
he had seen me
on the cover of a dime store novel;
that I looked a lot prettier in person.

On our first date
he brought my mother
a box of cigars
and my father
a dozen used golf balls.

The trunk of his car had no lid
and you could see the road
on the passenger side beneath your feet.

He had charm.

He stood under my bedroom window
and tied a note to a brick;
it broke the window
set off burglar alarms;
the police came
and he apologized.

We went to dinner and he smelled like chicken poop
from putting barb wire around the chicken coop.

I told him pigs will fly before I married him
and he showed up at the hardware store
where I worked
with a pig in the flatbed of a pick-up truck.

He called me out
strapping wings on the pig
yelling:
“Pig to fly on runway nine
Pig to fly on runway niner.”

He had charm.

Showed up one Saturday
wearing a gingham dress
over his jeans
saving he was saving up
to buy it for me.
“How does it look? ”
he said, “wanted to be sure.”

I was sure.

Married him.

Oh, he still has charm;
lots of it rubs off on me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
A Gingham Dress

Contributed by lnnie on Monday, 6th April 2009 @ 12:56:55 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



He told me that
he had seen me
on the cover of a dime store novel;
that I looked a lot prettier in person.

On our first date
he brought my mother
a box of cigars
and my father
a dozen used golf balls.

The trunk of his car had no lid
and you could see the road
on the passenger side beneath your feet.

He had charm.

He stood under my bedroom window
and tied a note to a brick;
it broke the window
set off burglar alarms;
the police came
and he apologized.

We went to dinner and he smelled like chicken poop
from putting barb wire around the chicken coop.

I told him pigs will fly before I married him
and he showed up at the hardware store
where I worked
with a pig in the flatbed of a pick-up truck.

He called me out
strapping wings on the pig
yelling:
“Pig to fly on runway nine
Pig to fly on runway niner.”

He had charm.

Showed up one Saturday
wearing a gingham dress
over his jeans
saving he was saving up
to buy it for me.
“How does it look? ”
he said, “wanted to be sure.”

I was sure.

Married him.

Oh, he still has charm;
lots of it rubs off on me.




Copyright © lnnie ... [ 2009-04-06 00:56:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: A Gingham Dress (User Rating: 1 )
by 3660Days on Monday, 6th April 2009 @ 06:48:31 PM AEST
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wow, that was surprisingly good. I always think its difficult to "tell a story" with poetry, it never seems like the mediums "mix" well, but you have done it quite well. Bravo to you!


Re: A Gingham Dress (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 6th April 2009 @ 10:23:47 PM AEST
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Great story.
when pigs fly, huh?
funny too.
Big huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: A Gingham Dress (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 7th April 2009 @ 10:36:53 PM AEST
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How totally cool and unique!!! A very excellent read. Thank you as I enjoyed it a lot.




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