The Purple Turtle Feeder Eater Wrappers  

©08-01-2018, Olan L. Smith

Yes sirree, here come the doodle whoppers,

With their donuts all a sugar glaze,

Let's see if that fat food was once a bald knob topper,

Will it fit the other shoe this election phase,

I hope they try to eat grandmother's dizzy doodle gobbler,

And become drunken with her whopper doodle donut cobblers.

Please super-sized that with a sprinkle wrap

Hide their bald uppermost with my hairy long bobbers,

Down their mid-back, before they whack-whack snap

Feed the hairy locks of gold before those snappers

Touch the shiny dome that dashes o'er their shoes stuck in crap;

They are the purple turtle feeder eater crapper wrappers. 

(A.N. This poem is a surreal poem with deeper underling themes to be taken more seriously than what appears on the surface.  The Purple Turtle Feeder Eater Wrappers is a surreal poem modeled on Gregory Corso poetry, and it reminds me of Corso's, Bring Me Penguin Dust, I want Penguin Dust. Corso is considered one of the founders of what is known as the The Beat Generation)