Viceroy butterfly, remarkable
dead ringer for the Monarch
eggs overwinter, a rolled-up leaf
displaying their mother's motif
Identical twins, they have a crisis
Look-alikes, neither is known for niceness,
Terry writes his poems
While his brother ho-hums,
And neither one has joined up with Isis.
An h/t Terry Flood's "Identity Crisis"
Written November 26, 2022
[Terry is one of the most humorous
writers on Poetry Soup.]
Like
the poles
on magnet ends
north and south alikes shun,
unalikes beckon, engage, bind.
While likes gather in flocks,
seeing self clones
repels
shuns
Models on a runway
Look like skeletons in clothes.
Skinniness is what’s expected
At the fashion shows.
So mannequins reflect that trend
And thus are thinly shaped,
Conforming to how we expect
To see their outfits draped.
But not in Venezuela
Where the mannequins have grown,
Presenting bigger boobs and butts
Than those before had known.
The shoppers want voluptuous
So factories complied
And Dolly Parton look-alikes
Are what they now provide.
The stores report that sales are up
Since all the clothing racked
Is fetchingly displayed up front
On mannequins so stacked!
Oblong,
curved,
rectangular,
squared,
circular,
spherical,
hexagonal,
cubical,
and traingular,
these were and several others,
the shapes,
of millions,
of partitions in my memory,
I was looking to fit ideas of shapes similar,
but fits were far and wide,
I needed to stock likes and alikes,
but all lay strewn,
harried and troubled,
I had to admit,
that I had an unfurnished mind.