Lovely Penguin

This is me at age 15. This photo was taken by my brother Scott as we were playing with some packing bubbles on the patio.

This is a rather cold poem, but it’s truthful in the way that it deals with trust and ignorance. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

By Marie Gordon

You could tweet like a wizard
Silky divulgences
Braiding in my humble brain
Your smooth jaded wisdom

You could sing like a sea snake
Pungent temptations
Slithered through my childish ears
The blood red beat of drums

You could howl like a vulture
Vicious revelations
Swooped over my cowered limbs
The tender meat of kings

You could hum like a Viking
Subtle brutalities
Nipping my swollen heels
The quiet rush of lust

You could sing to me cool tones
Rushing enticements
Only to shred the noose
Over my sweet blue lips

Everyone needs some delicate insults for the times when one is furious and speechless. My favorite of the delicate insults are those belonging to the “wench” category:

Shifty wench

Frigid wench

Filthy wench

Soggy wench

Wretched wench

Rotten wench

Putrid wench (for when rotten just isn’t enough)

These are just a few. Feel free to contribute, but remember that contributions must be original wench insults (and no, general profanity is not original).