There Are No Snowmen in Mexico

Neville

There Are No Snowmen in Mexico

 

He met a woman in Cancun

who said

She came from Minnesota

but you won’t know

where that is now, will ya ..

He said,

I know Bob Dylan though

She said who ..

He said precisely ..

Now come and lay down here

beside me ..

That’s when it dawned on him

there are no

vacant brass beds anywhere

or snowmen left

in the whole of Mexico ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2022 01:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: ... He thought she was a woman, but she broke just like a little girl ... N
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 67
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    Good write N.

    • Neville



      cheers Mr. O

    • Goldfinch60

      Intriguing words Neville.

      Andy

      • Neville



        He tries his best Andy ....................................................................... cheers sir 🙂

      • dusk arising

        I have it on good authority from Pedro who is 'brake' in the Yucatan 2nd bob-slay fives team that easter is wet-sand 'snowman' building season.

        • Neville


          .............................. I think I met his som Berero on the way out 🙂

        • spilleronsheet

          Well for him it was true
          Who knows what played in her mind
          Was it true or just a fantasy of a kind

          A thought provoking poetry dear Neville
          Some relationships built over frozen sheets of ice

          • Neville



            .................. it seems you too can read this old fella like a book .......... thank you so very bloomin much dear friend ... x

          • L. B. Mek

            'there are no
            vacant brass beds anywhere'..
            (or Bob Dylan fans in Minnesota
            or Snowmen, that haven't wilted
            in the Brass face of global warming...)
            such a brilliant write!
            (cutting commentary of self
            and the world and Time's around us
            and the hollow, meaning-'less' bleakness
            of the future we're walking towards)

            • Neville



              Bless you Mek, I'm just recovering from throat surgery so I refuse to laugh, I can't stop the corners of my mouth lifting up toward the ceiling though 🙂

              • L. B. Mek

                oh no, hope you get well soon my friend

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