Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Double the poem, Double your fun
Two visual muses = literary brilliance!
This poem, inspired by the fashion icon that is Mariah Carey, is very close to my heart. Her siren songs ignite feelings of nostalgia from my childhood. It is a sentiment I feel I have captured in this poem’s title:
A Haiku:
"Mariah, Your Christmas Album Reminds Me of Having Braces Scraped off My Teeth in Middle School"

Raccoon-Face Carey
Your nips can crack glass, just like
Your deafening voice
* * *
This poem for Britney is also very special. Not only was I moved by this recent and beautiful photograph of her, but I was also inspired by the sweet ballad “Lucky” off her Oops!... I Did It Again album. This poem mirrors the lyrical melody of the song’s chorus:
A Poem:
“Good Thing you Had a C-Section, Because if You Actually Squeezed Those Puppies Out of Your Girly Hole, It Could’ve Swallowed Lindsay Lohan Like a Snake Devours A Rat”

She’s so lucky
She’s a star
But her thighs, thighs, thighs
Have swallowed her va – gi – na
And if no babies stretched out her snatch, then
Paris fists like a drunk caaaaaaaaaaaaat
This poem, inspired by the fashion icon that is Mariah Carey, is very close to my heart. Her siren songs ignite feelings of nostalgia from my childhood. It is a sentiment I feel I have captured in this poem’s title:
A Haiku:
"Mariah, Your Christmas Album Reminds Me of Having Braces Scraped off My Teeth in Middle School"

Raccoon-Face Carey
Your nips can crack glass, just like
Your deafening voice
* * *
This poem for Britney is also very special. Not only was I moved by this recent and beautiful photograph of her, but I was also inspired by the sweet ballad “Lucky” off her Oops!... I Did It Again album. This poem mirrors the lyrical melody of the song’s chorus:
A Poem:
“Good Thing you Had a C-Section, Because if You Actually Squeezed Those Puppies Out of Your Girly Hole, It Could’ve Swallowed Lindsay Lohan Like a Snake Devours A Rat”

She’s so lucky
She’s a star
But her thighs, thighs, thighs
Have swallowed her va – gi – na
And if no babies stretched out her snatch, then
Paris fists like a drunk caaaaaaaaaaaaat