MADAM dinky flips her little pinky, <br />at the clouds and sun, and trees, <br />with a hohum burst, she spits in the <br />dirt, then waits for her beatiful king. <br />MADAM dinky hovers in her dreams, like <br />whore, jester, or thief, with a ho hum <br />burst, she spits in the dirt, then <br />waits for her long lost king. <br />MADAM dinky found her lost king, <br />in a bar down the street, with a <br />hohum burst, she spits in the dirt, <br />then takes this drunken king to <br />bed.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madam-dinky/
