Make A Little Room For Me

Make a little room for me.
I don't take much space at all
If I lie upon one side,
And tuck my belly in.
And if I didn't need to breathe,
I'd really be no trouble,
But respiration  is what we Tiggers do best.
So let's breathe a bit again.                                     

Shall we?

-jenn long

Fat, Ugly, and Stupid

“Yes, Doctor, sometimes I feel

Fat, ugly, and stupid.
Will you tell me,
Is that hormonal?”

“Well I don’t know, now let me see.

Hop up on my table,
Oh please, without the girdle.
Let me have a look at you.
Hmmmm. Well I’ll just be.
In my honest and, never to be humble,
Educated opinion,
It’s stupid, to feel stupid,
Ugly to feel ugly,
And honey, you ain’t fat,
So I would say, ‘yes,’
It must be quite the hormonal experience.
Burn the girdle,
And take three days off.”

 $137.50 and I shaved my legs for that….

 

-jenn long

Tuna and Ice Cream

Maybe I am going lulu,

But my tuna sandwich tasted like ice cream.

I devoured it in seconds and wanted more—

So sweet and delicious ,

Like it had come straight out

Of Pooh Bear’s Honey Pot,

Or maybe that’s what happens when we

Alter expectations,

And love the one we’re with,

And want what it is we got.

~jenn long

Side Effects

I forgot to tell my doctor

That I was pregnant, and nursing.

She gave me the medication,

And my condition was quite aided.

But I developed  butterfly tattoos

On my big old backside,

And my children were all born naked.

 

-jenn long

Hair Gel Failure

Yes,

For one moment I paced with movie stars.
Then, my hair gel failed me.
I degraded into a rumpled frizz
And had to cook some lunch.
I found I had no friends, just fans,
Who'd fashioned my persona
Around their fantasies.
They turned on me when I departed their scripts
And wanted to speak my mind.

And so during a convenient commercial break,
I slipped out the back and went to Walmart.
No,
I'm not concerned about hair gel, anymore,
But their greeters are just so kind.

-jenn long

Out of Reach

Tantalizing,

The agony
That lies just out the door.
The blackness of the night cries
For the orphans poor,
Who long to suck
At mother's breast,
And cradled by the morning be,
But find no solace anywhere
And daylight always out of reach.
Yet even more encompassing,
The dark that dwells within,
The hidden plea of the abandoned one,
Just beneath my skin,
Who always finds the lonesome yearn
For the thing they never teach,
And the golden apples' satisfaction
Always out of reach.

-jenn long

Teach Me

Teach me of goodness, My Lover,

For mine eyes have never seen

The gravitational net to spread

To capture the orbiting beam.

Teach me of love, My Goodness.

Let the formulae fully tell

Of the beauty that dwells in your heavenly orbs,

And banish the enemy’s hells.

Come, let us rest together,

In peace on Shiloh’s hills,

I will move over, and turn for you

The cold side of the pillows.

-jenn long