The Exploding of Plain Jane

April 5, 2010
The rain drizzled, sizzled, fizzled.
Who but
Dogged Dodge
Wandered,
Wandered,
Wandered to town;
He met Plain Jane,
Who was wearing a frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.
And that’s when Plain Jane
craCKed.

Rat-a-tat, ratatouille,
Steam from her ears
Blasted to St. Louis.
Tomato, potato,
Clankingly cantankerous.
Serenade surrealism sapphire.
She screamed “Ice cream!”
And stood there
amOk.
within a second,

Plain Jane BLeW UP.





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