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."

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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.

Grease

© 2018 Beverly Stock