Grease

A poem by Beverly Stock.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I like a drive-thru,

Just as much as you. But forget the chocolate sundae. Just give me a carton of fries,

So I can spot grease on my,

Blouse, pants and thighs. "A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips."

Beverly Stock is an American poet living in St. Louis. Her work has been published on ClassicalPoets.org, at theChainedMuse.com, on Persimmontree.Org, and on the Webzine Lighten Up Online.

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