Pastor Portle
gave a chortle,
tipped his hat
then sat -
and smiled
beguiled
by what he saw.
No flaw
of nature marred his view -
for - in front of him stood you,
in all your glory;
what better point to end my story?!
For Botticelli's Venus is
undoubtedly a perfect Ms.
A late 55 for G-man , as well as a second poem for # 28 of NaPoRiMo :)
I must apologise to Doctor FTSE, who coined the name 'Parson Portle', which I , in my stupidity, transcribed as 'Pastor Portle' - perhaps they were twins?! Hehehe!
She certainly look sweet tempered, but I prefer to talk.
ReplyDeleteOops, Penelope! I coined the malapropism "Parson PARtle" by tripping over "part n'parcel" Your #28 is a satisfying read, as well as being jocose. You're getting near the end. Looking forward to 29 and 30.
ReplyDeletePenny...
ReplyDeleteYou and Botticelli are a tad late.
But WTF? We are amongst friends...hehehehe
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week!
That's very noble of you, G-Man. A kicked arse is just as painful midweek, I'll have you know! LOL
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