[Sidebar: This past weekend I took part in an intensive writing seminar at BCC. Over the course of the weekend, I wrote four different pieces - each in about ten minutes. They've been edited (since I can't not edit) but the content is true to my in-the-moment inspiration. Recently, this blog has been dedicated to my lengthy Bachelorette recaps, so I'm happy to post something new. I hope you especially get a kick out of my poetry attempts.]
The Mall Metaphors
He glides among pyramids
He saunters around the pillars of the day
He smells of Gucci, and a lunch hour Chardonnay
He can fold a V-neck tee
As lovely as a wave folds up onto the sand
He can get you a key to the dressing room
As fast as a cougar runs on arid land
His name is Bo.
His code is minimum wage.
Welcome to the Gap, How can he help you today?
1 comment:
my only comment that you need to spell his name, Beau, and not Bo.
Depending on what you are going for. Beau=pretentious. Bo=hick from Kentucky.
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