Flutter me not,
I am not blessed
with comelitude.
Flatten not your
eyelashes in
co-kettery.
You are splendicious
in pompellery:
your dermatism
as smooth as silkworms.
The labiary
of your orifount
full in deepest
illusticity.
Cover me with
caressingment
full osculant,
while I extirpilate
from love.

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | September 21, 2008 - 20:46
Well, Ewan, I think you did more than 'have a go' here. An amusing poem that I can identify with. Mrs. Malaprop herself - that's me:-)
Cleverly written. Enjoyed.
Tina
jennifer | September 22, 2008 - 09:27
I think your cleverness here goes a little over my head!
Ewan | September 22, 2008 - 09:40
ah well, don't forget what the IPOW was!
Bradene | October 6, 2008 - 11:05
Very good this, very clever, I have a friend who I swear was the blueprint for Mrs Malaprop in a former life. She cracks me up. Often wanted to write a poem about her but I fear it would mean the end of our friendship if I did, she's very sensitive. Bless her. (-; Val