Poor Tangerine

This lighthearted poem is made up of a series of Limericks.

Too many walks in the park, dear Tangerine

Yellow speckled freckles on fields of green.

Autumn used her brush

In a hurried rush

Now Winter finds grays in which to preen.

Ah, but alas, sweet Tangerine

We have resources within us, my lovely queen.

We shall warm ourselves

Like two impish elves

By the fires, love's passion, bold and keen.

What's that you say, my feminine teen?

Your father is calling and he'll make a scene.

Because walks in the park

With boys after dark

Maddens him greatly, and he gets really mean.

Well, I must say, your father can run!

And the fire in his eyes, like the setting sun!

I shall take my leave

And I shall not cleave

To the girl, whose father has a gun.

500. JE Falcon

     12-15-2021

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember some fathers like this...yes, we had to run.
"Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflections from a dream; I was her love she was my queen" (Led Zeppelin)

quite the journey in this poem....I remember those nights, parking with the Catholic girls, and the shadow of the fathers looking over my shoulder.
j.

[JE Falcon]

Reflections on yesterdays. Some walks down memory lane I try to sprinkle with humor.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A fun satirical piece of poetry JE. With such a funny ending. Thank you for sharing your poem with us my friend.

[JE Falcon]

Well, I'm happy it pleased, and I am you dropped by. --- Have a great day.