Things are getting way too serious up in here lately. I’m trying to lighten the mood, so here’s a goofy short poem I wrote back in my NoVa days. (For those outside this fair Commonwealth, “NoVa” is slang for “Northern Virginia.”)
Hot Cop
protects the Pentagon.
She’s the Lovely Blue Line, people.
You sure can’t call it
“Homely Security.”
If glances were misdemeanors
I’d be a suspect.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016
Hot Cop
protects the Pentagon.
She’s the Lovely Blue Line, people.
You sure can’t call it
“Homely Security.”
If glances were misdemeanors
I’d be a suspect.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016
I’m honored to share that two poems of mine were featured today over at Dead Snakes.
The first is entitled “Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood.” The second is a short humorous poem that I wrote at the Metro stop at the Pentagon, and is entitled “Hot Cop.”
Thanks once again to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams over at Dead Snakes!
To view both poems, click here:
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2016/05/eric-robert-nolan-two-poems.html
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 