Entrée (poem)
Entrée
Touché, Stingray, time to play
I think they do respect it
Respect it in the way of fearing it
Fearing in the way of doubting all their money spent
Procured them more than a costly duplicate
Intuited ahead of the pace of classwork
By the fresh new voice and rat-a-tat footwork
Luminous boominous
I speak to you-minous, Star Shine, despiser of the pretty pink light
Santa comes from the south on a sleigh pulled
by flamingos
These days, pull out your paring knife,
and skintillate that bouncing
Word, that glitters up your austere white
A dot and hook that mats you, fats your calf for you
Lards your pulsing (dare you pulse?) cleanliness
With thuses and therefores, hence we mention semicolon
Well, well, well, behold one; domehead polished as
your tiles, incandescent, out of style and overheated
Say then shimmering, glimmering, almost gets your scolding
Finger doing the highland fling
Whimpering a historic scale
By which I mean hysterical
Dandily grandily gilding the lily free-handedly
Lyrically a melody tinkles out a hell-o-twee
But live with all the tiny things
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Bada bada bing
Entrée
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(2019, Stephanie Foster)