Biloxi

I don’t know what it means.

“My dog ate my proxy.
He’s a doxy.
We found him on the road
driving through Biloxi.

Actually,
where it might be,

I left the proxy
in my other jeans.


It’s in the car..
and we drove real far…
and..I.. don’t think..
Now, what rhymes with far…

Truth be told,

I don’t even know
what a proxy is,

so I’m going home.”

Poetry Topics: Funny, Writing.

“The Moments of Our Lives Written Into Poetry.” ScribbledToPaper.com

4 comments

Add Yours

Reply Here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s